We've all heard 'em. Hell, we've all probably created a few, inadvertently or otherwise.
The mis-heard lyrics that are hysterically funny once you find out what the right words are. The unique version of "Truckin'" your bar band came up with. "St. Stephen," as rendered by your 6-year-old.
You get the idea. Post here.
Snag me some floor seats, down at MSG
Can't tell you how happy I'll be
Change to the shipping, hit quicksand
Steal those seats right outta my hand
And now they're gone
Now they're gone, Lord they're gone
They're gone
Like a miracled newbie, twirling in the lot
They're gone, gone, instead I ain't got squat
They're gone
Can't hold my anger even though I tried
Hot as a pistol and screaming inside
Can't even get roof seats, way up high
Nothing left to do but whine, whine, whine
When did getting Dead tickets get so strange
Toy web servers 'bout as useful as a cast iron range
Lost that round and the price wasn't anything
The knife in the back is what causes the pain
Same old
Hoping for floor seats, down at MSG
Can't tell you how happy I'd be
Like I told you, hit quicksand
Crashed those seats right outta my hand
Ooh, nothing's gonna bring them back
Ooh, nothing's gonna bring them back
Ooh, nothing's gonna bring them back
Oops, that would be my whaaaambulance just outside!
Remember, if you can't laugh at yourself, you've probably got no business laughing at anything.
Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
Wrote this one ages ago to Zappa's "Bobby Brown" tune
Hey there, people, I'm georgie B.
They say my brain's as big as a pea
My daddy's tough, our cash is shiny
I tell all the world they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm doin' my best
I'm nobody's fool
if I can't make it here, Daddy'll give lots of money
Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a rightous sonofabitch
Daddy bought me my jobs 'cuz we're filthy rich
Right-wing liberation
came creepin' all across the nation
I tell you people, it was real nice
that I found a great gal by the name of Rice
She tells me what I should do
as if it's all brand new
she has my brains in a vice, like she has a dick
come on Condi, help me out here like real quick
Oh God I am the American dream
I keep my nose so squeaky clean
an' I'm a stupid son of a bitch
am I the Prez. or a cowboy...I don't know which
So I went out and got me a bunch of guys
who are all so old, that they seem really wise
they said I should go after Saddam
so dad doesn't think I'm as soft as a madam
Eventually me and my friends
Had a real big mess in the end
We talk real big, like we’re the men of the hour
No one should question that we have the power
Oh God I am the American dream
hey you guys in New Orleans, I'm not REALLY mean
an' I’m a stupid son of a bitch
Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic
But Jeez Brother Dickie, your shootin’s spastic
And my name is Georgie B
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Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Samuel Clemens
good words, there Pid. topical.
you are not alone. same same thing happened to me, though I had row "A" in one of the first levels up...
still haven't gotten my MSG tix back.
boo hoo, can't get my MSG tix back...
boo hoo, can't get my MSG tix back...
Cilantro Moon
Organic Market in my town is boomin'
You'll find all condiments separated in factions
Got your chili sauce, your Heinz in an A-1 room
Salsa satisfaction
They got em packaged up for love when it's sunny
Tater tots, licking nuggets Playboy Bunnies
Pop one in your mouth, it's too hot for me
And roll a joint, gonna roll it in honey
Cilantro moon, spicy for all
I feel the heat, SHIT! I spilled it all
Cilantro moon, fill the jar
Beats eating Taco Bell in the car
With the flatuation, I want to cry
Veggie Nachos, bean burritos, oh my!
Breaking wind by and by...
oh, never mind...
( -;
The Recycle Song -- Every Scrap is Sacred
There are rappers in the world.
There are disco kids.
There are punks and then
There are those that follow MC Hammer but
I've never been one of them.
I'm a deadhead Recycler,
And have been since I was born,
And the one thing they say about deadheads is:
They'll accept you if you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer.
You don't have to have a great brain.
You don't have to have any clothes on.
You're A deadhead recycler the moment you came
Because
Every scrap is sacred.
Every can is great.
If a bottle is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
Every scrap is sacred.
Every egg shell is great.
If a re-usable item is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
Let the heathen spill theirs
On the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay for
Each bottle that can't be found.
Every bottle is wanted.
Every can is good.
Every effort is needed
In your neighbourhood.
jerks, fools, mooks,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
re-cycleables with more care.
Every egg shell is sacred.
Every piece is great.
If a scrap is wasted,...
...God gets quite irate.
Every scrap is sacred.
Every effort is good.
Every effort is needed...
...In your neighbourhood!
Every effort is useful.
Every effort is fine.
God needs everybody's efforts...
Let the wankers spill theirs
O'er mountain, hill, and plain.
God shall strike them down for
Each drop that's spilt in vain.
Every scrap is sacred.
Every can is good.
Every effort is needed
In your neighbourhood.
Every drop is sacred.
Every scrap is great.
If a bottle is wasted,
God gets quite iraaaaaate!
(-;
(humble apologies to Michael Palin and Terry Jones, please forgive me, mates for taking unprecedented liberties on their masterpiece, Every Sperm is Sacred, Monty Python bit featured in The Meaning of Life)
peace.
cilantro moon...love it i wonder if we can get the boys to use those lyrics...the recycle song...great now i have that song stuck in my head..thanks:)
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iknowurider (slightly updated version)
iknowurider's, gonna drink a cuppa tea
iknowurider's, gonna drink a hot cuppa tea
Gotta teabag with sugar, baby, please pour herbal for cc
Heard her last scream last night, Lord, you know her floor was a mess
Heard her last scream last night, Lord, you know her floor was a mess
Got that rider foot fetish, baby, I must confess
iknowurider said WHAT THE FUCK DID I STEP ON!!??!
iknowurider said WHAT THE FUCK DID I STEP ON!??!
Goshnab stubbed her toe, gonna keep limping on
Stepped in poo last night, Lord, you know she was pissed
Scrapped the doo doo off, Lord, being done dog down dissed
This ain't no crunch club baby, I just wanna get kissed
>
> iknowurider's, gonna put her fishnets on
> iknowurider's, gonna put her slit skirt on
> Gonna put on her garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> Saw her last night, Lord, you know she looks the best
> Chatted last night, Lord, she’s unlike all the rest
> My heart was thumping baby, she put my wedding vows to the test
>
> iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> The walls of the ‘love shack’ are shakin' again today
> The windows of the ‘love shack’ are all shatterin' today
> Some lucky someones are really getting blown away
>
> iknowurider, has her fishnets on
> iknowurider, has her slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish I could see you try your garter belt on
> I wish I could see you try that slit skirt on
> I'd leave my old lady; and that ain’t no con
>
> iknowurider's, gonna put those fishnets on
> iknowurider's, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm
> I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm
> I’d get a tattoo of you, my baby, and put it on my arm
>
> iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish you’d let me come in out from the rain
> I wish you’d let me come in from out the rain
> Cause right now, baby, my heart is in real pain
>
> iknowurider, gonna put those fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Cause in your “love shack” baby, I know what’s going on
>
> iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my fishnets on"
> iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my slit skirt on"
> "Gonna put on my garter belt, as soon as CC Joe stops drooling on
> on on ON ON ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
love&peace&peace&love
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