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Post by slb2 on Jun 28, 2007 11:35:47 GMT -5
fudging a little
By Genesis There must be some misunderstanding There must be some kind of mistake I waited in the RAIN for hours And you were late
Now it's not like me to say the right thing But you could've called to let me know I checked your number twice, don't understand it So I went home
Well I'd been waiting for this weekend I thought that maybe we could see a show Never dreamed I'd have this feeling Oh but seeing you is believing That's why I don't know why You didn't show up that night
There must be some misunderstanding There must be some kind of mistake I was waiting in the rain for hours And you were late
Since then I've been running around trying to find you I went to the places that we always go I rang your house but got no answer Jumped in my car, I went round there Still don't believe it He was just leaving
There must be some misunderstanding There must be some kind of mistake...
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Post by Brit on Jun 28, 2007 12:21:15 GMT -5
I'm not going back over 27 pages to see if this one has been used before:
I'm singin' in the rain, Just singin' in the rain, Oh! What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again...
and so on
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Post by slb2 on Jun 28, 2007 13:07:06 GMT -5
I can't stop this feelin' Deep inside of me. Girl you just don't realize What you do to me.
When you hold me in your arms so tight, You let me know everything's alright.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm... Hooked on a feelin', High on believin' That you're in love with meeeeeee.
Lips are sweet as candy, The taste stays on my mind. Girl, you keep me thirsty For another cup of WINE!
I got it bad for you, girl, But I don't need a cure. I'll just stay a addicted and hope I can endure!
All the good love, when we're all alone. Keep it up, girl, yeah you turn me on.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm... Hooked on a feelin', High on believin' That you're in love with meeeeeee.
All the good love, When we're all alone, Keep it up, girl, Yeah you turn me on.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm... Hooked on a feelin', I'm high on believin' That you're in love with meeeeeee.
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Post by Brit on Jun 28, 2007 13:12:55 GMT -5
Li'l old wine drinker me... and so on... PS Of course I'm in love with you. Who couldn't be? ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png)
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Post by Gracie on Jun 30, 2007 9:23:46 GMT -5
fudging a littleBy Genesis There must be some misunderstanding There must be some kind of mistake I waited in the RAIN for hours And you were late Now it's not like me to say the right thing But you could've called to let me know I checked your number twice, don't understand it So I went home Well I'd been waiting for this weekend I thought that maybe we could see a show Never dreamed I'd have this feeling Oh but seeing you is believing That's why I don't know why You didn't show up that night There must be some misunderstanding There must be some kind of mistake I was waiting in the rain for hours And you were late Since then I've been running around trying to find you I went to the places that we always go I rang your house but got no answer Jumped in my car, I went round there Still don't believe it He was just leaving There must be some misunderstanding There must be some kind of mistake... I love fudge. And I love Genesis. And I love cleverness, slb! This was the one I had in mind. Now it's stuck in my head for the rest of the day! Ah well............ It seems like only yesterday I didn't have a clue, I stood alone not knowin' where to turn; Now suddenly I look around And everything looks new, I don't know why, but I think I'm startin' to learn-- They call it understanding A willingness to grow; I'm finally understanding There's so much I can know... Until the day you came along I used to just get lost, I only heard the things I wanted to hear; It always seemed like no one cared But then you took the time, And now I look and everything seems clear-- You've got me understanding You've really helped me see; I'm finally understanding It's meant so much to me-- You've got me understanding You're really on my side, You've got me understanding.... Bob Seger has a way of making me feel POWERFUL. I can use that just now! Okay, off to work with me....see you when I see you. ![:-*](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/kiss.png)
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Post by booklady on Jul 1, 2007 14:45:54 GMT -5
OK, so what is the word we are working on? Is it "wine"?
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Post by slb2 on Jul 1, 2007 17:17:30 GMT -5
I believe itma posted to wine and gave us drinker
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Post by booklady on Jul 1, 2007 17:43:06 GMT -5
Oh! ![:-/](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/undecided.png) Drinker?? ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/sad.png)
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Post by Trusty on Jul 1, 2007 23:35:45 GMT -5
And "drinker" wasn't even in "Space Cowboy".
Oh, well, here's something country:
Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you to get back home Hold on to my hat, I don't wanna lose it I couldn't stand for something else to be gone I'm sure you know the REASON I'm here cryin' I think you'll understand why
Tonight, I'm the designated drinker I just lost the one that wrapped me around her finger I need to get to where I can't think of her So tonight, I'm the designated drinker
I came here to get you to help me I need a friend to see me through I hated to call, I knew you wouldn't mind at all I know you know I'd do the same for you I'm not the kind that likes to drown my sorrow I may hate myself tomorrow Oh but
Tonight, I'm the designated drinker I just lost the one that wrapped me around her finger I need to get to where I can't think of her So tonight, I'm the designated drinker
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Post by slb2 on Jul 2, 2007 0:03:14 GMT -5
I'm definitely a Foreigner Girl.
(1st verse) "Is there a reason... For things that you say?" "The way you're treating me... All the games I won't play?" (Chorus 1) "Well it's too late -- we're no longer one... I don't want you --the DAMAGE is done." (2nd verse) " Will you miss me... When I leave you behind?" " Will you tell your friends... I treated you un-kind?" (Chorus 2) " Well it's over now... And I'm on the run!" " I don't want you -- the damage is done!" (Refrain/Bridge) " There have been rumors, That my sense of humor, Is lacking in some ways." " To me that's no reason -- It's tantamount to treason!" " Let's see what the Judge Has to say!" " You need to find, someone half as blind... " " As I am to your games!" " And maybe you'll find out, What it's all about... " " And it can drive you INSANE !!!" (Chorus 3) " Ohh - OHH - oh -- The damage is done." " And now I feel it's too late -- The damage is done." " It's ohh -- oh -- oh -- oh 'ver... " Now I'm on the run!" " Baby, you and I know -- The damage is done!" (lead guitar) " I feel it's too late... The Damage Is Done !!!"
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Post by slb2 on Jul 5, 2007 3:16:25 GMT -5
damage is too hard for U?
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Post by booklady on Jul 5, 2007 8:29:56 GMT -5
LOL!
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Post by booklady on Jul 5, 2007 8:34:41 GMT -5
Here's an easy one for y'all.
I used to hurry a lot, I used to worry a lot I used to stay out till the break of day Oh, that didn't get it, It was high time I quit it I just couldn't carry on that way Oh, I did some damage, I know it's true Didn't know I was so lonely , till I found you You can go the distance We'll find out in the long run (in the long run) We can handle some resistance If our love is a strong one (is a strong one) People talkin' about is they got nothin' else to do When it all comes down we will still come through In the long run Ooh, I want to tell you, it's a long run You know I don't understand why you don't treat yourself better do the crazy things that you do 'Cause all the debutantes in Houston, baby, couldn't hold a CANDLE to you Did you do it for love? Did you do it for money? Did you do it for spite? Did you think you had to, honey? Who is gonna make it? We'll find out in the long run (in the long run) I know we can take it if our love is a strong one (is a strong one) Well, we're scared, but we ain't shakin' Kinda bent, but we ain't breakin' in the long run Ooh, I want to tell you, it's a long run in the long run in the long run, [ etc. ]
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on Jul 5, 2007 8:36:09 GMT -5
Bon Jovi
An angel's smile is what you sell You promise me heaven, then put me through hell Chains of love got a hold on me When passion's a prison, you cant break free
You're a loaded gun There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done
Shot through the heart And youre to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name You give love a bad name
Paint your smile on your lips Blood red nails on your fingertips A school boy's dream, you act so shy Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye
You're a loaded gun There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on Jul 5, 2007 8:41:34 GMT -5
Whoops! Sorry BL, crossed posts.
Goodbye Norma Jean Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name
And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did
Loneliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude
Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something as more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe
Though the re-write for Princess Di's funeral applies to both of our responses:
Goodbye England's rose; may you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country, and you whispered to those in pain. Now you belong to heaven, and the stars spell out your name.
And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind: never fading with the sunset when the rain set in. And your footsteps will always fall here, among England's greenest hills; your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will.
Loveliness we've lost; these empty days without your smile. This torch we'll always carry for our nation's golden child. And even though we try, the truth brings us to tears; all our words cannot express the joy you brought us through the years.
Goodbye England's rose, from a country lost without your soul, who'll miss the wings of your compassion more than you'll ever know.
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Post by booklady on Jul 5, 2007 8:47:30 GMT -5
Thanks, Thomas for that lead in to one of my favorite Bob songs:
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere, Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake, Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break. In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that TREMBLES, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I always hear my name. Then onward in my journey I come to understand That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light, In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space, In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me. I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
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Post by booklady on Jul 5, 2007 8:48:37 GMT -5
You people who can do this double-duty thing, finding a song that has two specific words, really amaze me. ![8-)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cool.png)
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on Jul 5, 2007 8:56:30 GMT -5
Rosemary Clooney (or Bette Midler)
This ole house once knew my children. This ole house once knew my life. This ole house was home and comfort as we lived through storm and strife. This ole house once rang with laughter. This ole house heard many shouts. Now she trembles in the darkness when the lightning walks about.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. Ain't a-gonna need this house no more. Ain't got time to fix the shingles. Ain't got time to fix the floor. Ain't got time to oil the hinges, nor to mend the window panes. Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.
This ole house is gettin' shaky. This ole house is gettin' old. This ole house lets in the rain. This ole house lets in the cold. On my knees I'm gettin' shaky, but I feel no fear or pain, 'cause I see an angel peekin' through a broken window pane.
I ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. Ain't a-gonna need this house no more. Ain't got time to fix the shingles. Ain't got time to fix the floor. I ain't got time to oil the hinges, nor to mend the window panes. Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.
This ole house is afraid of thunder. This ole house is afraid of storms. This ole house just groans and trembles when the night wind flings its arms. This ole house is gettin' feeble. This old house is needin' paint. Just like me it's tuckered out, but I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer. Ain't a-gonna need this house no more. Ain't got time to fix the shingles. Ain't got time to fix the floor. I ain't got time to oil the hinges, nor to mend the window panes. Ain't gonna need this house no longer. I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints. I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
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Post by booklady on Jul 5, 2007 9:31:44 GMT -5
Oh,look out!!... She came in through the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wonders By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her Didn't anybody see Sunday's on the phone to Monday Tuesday's on the phone to me
She said she'd always been a dancer She worked at fifteen clubs a day And though she thought I knew the ANSWER Well I knew, but I could not say
And so I quit the police department And got myself a steady job And though she tried her best to help me She could steal, but she could not rob
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on Jul 5, 2007 10:31:10 GMT -5
...I think I've done this one before...
One less bell to answer One less egg to fry One less man to pick up after I should be happy
But all I do is cry (Cry, cry, no more laughter) Oh, I should be happy (Oh, why did he go) I only know that since he left my lifes so empty
Though I try to forget, it just cant be done Each time the doorbell rings I still run (I still run) I dont know how in the world to stop thinking of him Cause I still love him so (Love him so) I end each day the way I start out crying my heart out
Oh, one less man to pick up after No more laughter, no more love Since he went, oh, he went away (He went away) (One less bell to answer) Why did he leave me (Oh, why, why did he leave)
Now Ive got one less egg to fry (One less bell to answer) One less egg to fry (Oh, why, why did he leave) And all I do is cry (One less bell to answer) Because a man told me goodbye (Oh, why, why did he leave)
Somebody tell me please (One less bell to answer) Where did he go, why did he go (Oh, why, why did he leave) How could he leave me
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Post by slb2 on Jul 5, 2007 23:03:28 GMT -5
"The Elephant Song" (An elephant never forgets)
by Owen Duggan
An elephant never forgets, forgets, An elephant never forgets, my friend, An elephant never forgets, forgets, An elephant never forgets.
He has a list of things to do, He never writes them down. He hops into his little car And drives around the town. He goes for paint at Mac's and then It's on to Mr. Woo's, And there he buys some stocking caps For little KANGAROOs.
He goes to the cleaners to pick up his shirts And then he stops for tea, And after that he buys some cakes To serve his company. He hurries home to start the roast And straightens up the hall. The doorbell rings, the guests arrive, And then he greets them all.
There's Michael and Mona from Old Barcelona, And Sammy and Spencer and Sean, And Donny and Dahlia from Sydney Australia, And Antoinette, Alice and John. There's Polly and Payton and Ollie from Dayton, And Theo and Cleo and Juan. He welcomes them in and the party begins And continues till everyone's gone.
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Post by booklady on Jul 5, 2007 23:20:52 GMT -5
Kangaroos. ![::)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/eyesroll.png) You are a pain in the neck. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Post by SeattleDan on Jul 5, 2007 23:38:39 GMT -5
Actually the word is Kangaroo, not the plural, as I read it. So here you go:
[Spoken:] There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying, and he gets himself up on one elbow, and he turns to his mates, who are gathered 'round him and he says:
Watch me wallabys feed mate. Watch me wallabys feed. They're a dangerous breed mate. So watch me wallabys feed. Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down. Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl, keep me cockatoo cool. Don't go acting the fool, Curl, just keep me cockatoo cool. Altogether now!
Take me koala back, JACK, take me koala back. He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac, so take me koala back. Altogether now!
Let me Abos go loose, Lou, * let me Abos go loose. They're of no further use, Lou, so let me Abos go loose. Altogether now!
Mind me platypus duck, Bill, mind me platypus duck. Don't let him go running amok, Bill, mind me platypus duck. Altogether now!
Play your digeridoo, Blue, play your digeridoo. Keep playing 'til I shoot thro' Blue, play your digerydoo. Altogether now!
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred, tan me hide when I'm dead. So we tanned his hide when he died Clyde, (Spoken) And that's it hanging on the shed. Altogether now!
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Post by slb2 on Jul 6, 2007 1:05:14 GMT -5
yes, yes, yes, danno!! That's the song I was thinking of and that's why I changed my word to the singular of kangaroo.
merci beaucoup!
I hope I get a chance to respond to your fab word before someone else does.
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Post by Brit on Jul 6, 2007 12:35:09 GMT -5
"Tie me kangaroo down sport" - that's my friend Rolf Harris' song Dan.
If I knew how to post a pic of him I would - but I can't so I won't!
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more no more, Hit the road Jack ... and so on.
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Post by booklady on Jul 6, 2007 14:47:58 GMT -5
Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today! We're born again, there's new grass on the field. A-roundin' third, and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome man; Anyone can understand the way I feel.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine, watchin' it from the bench; You know I took some lumps when the Mighty Casey struck out. So Say Hey WILLIE, tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio; Don't say "it ain't so", you know the time is now.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Yeah! I got it, I got it!
Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes; You know I think it's time to give this game a ride. Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all - a moment in the sun; (pop) It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Yeah!
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Post by SeattleDan on Jul 6, 2007 15:42:05 GMT -5
Thanks, BL, for allowing me to get to:
The Whiz Kids had won it, Bobby Thomson had done it, And Yogi read the comics all the while. Rock 'n roll was being born, MARIJUANA, we would scorn, So down on the corner, The national past-time went on trial.
We're talkin' baseball! Kluszewski, Campanella. Talkin' baseball! The Man and Bobby Feller. The Scooter, the Barber, and the Newc, They knew 'em all from Boston to Dubuque. Especially Willie, Mickey, and the Duke.
Well, Casey was winning, Hank Aaron was beginning, One Robbie going out, one coming in. Kiner and Midget Gaedel, The Thumper and Mel Parnell, And Ike was the only one winning down in Washington.
We're talkin' baseball! Kluszewski, Campanella. Talkin' baseball! The Man and Bobby Feller. The Scooter, the Barber, and the Newc, They knew 'em all from Boston to Dubuque. Especially Willie, Mickey, and the Duke.
Now my old friend, The Bachelor, Well, he swore he was the Oklahoma Kid. And Cookie played hooky, To go and see the Duke. And me, I always loved Willie Mays, Those were the days!
Well, now it's the 80's, And Brett is the greatest, And Bobby Bonds can play for everyone. Rose is at the Vet, And Rusty again is a Met, And the great Alexander is pitchin' again in Washington.
I'm talkin' baseball! Like Reggie, Quisenberry. Talkin' baseball! Carew and Gaylord Perry, Seaver, Garvey, Schmidt and Vida Blue, If Cooperstown is calling, it's no fluke. They'll be with Willie, Mickey, and the Duke.
Willie, Mickey, and the Duke. (Say hey, say hey, say hey) It was Willie, Mickey and the Duke (Say hey, say hey, say hey) I'm talkin' Willie, Mickey and the Duke (Say hey, say hey, say hey) Willie, Mickey, and the Duke. (Say hey, say hey, say hey) Say Willie, Mickey, and the Duke. (Say hey, say hey, say hey)
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Post by Gracie on Jul 6, 2007 16:23:09 GMT -5
"Tie me kangaroo down sport" - that's my friend Rolf Harris' song Dan. If I knew how to post a pic of him I would - but I can't so I won't! Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more no more, Hit the road Jack ... and so on. Here y'are.... ![](http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:5PW8bdtGkcwREM:http://members.shaw.ca/vancouverbroadcasters/harris_r3.jpg) Nice picture. There were many to choose from. I like his artwork.... ![](http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:XkaWyoPGRwUPTM:http://www.castlepictures.com/images/SunsetLion.jpg) And now for a little tune... Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much 'Til you spend half your life just covering up [chorus:] Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I got in a little hometown jam And so they put a rifle in my hands Sent me off to Vietnam To go and kill the yellow man [chorus] Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" I go down to see the V.A. man He said "Son don't you understand" [chorus] I had a buddy at Khe Sahn Fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a little girl in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years down the road Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A.
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Post by booklady on Jul 6, 2007 17:46:36 GMT -5
Nice song, Gracie, but we need one with the word "marijuana" in it. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) (See Danno's post.)
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Post by Gracie on Jul 6, 2007 20:17:41 GMT -5
Nice song, Gracie, but we need one with the word "marijuana" in it. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) (See Danno's post.) Ooops..... ![:-[](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/embarrassed.png) I have fox pawed... Hmmmm... I never even SMOKED the stuff and you want me to find a lyric with it in??? Oh, wait....I got it... A LADY THAT I KNOW JUST CAME FROM COLOMBIA, SHE SMILED BECAUSE I DID NOT UNDERSTAND. THEN SHE HELD OUT SOME MARIJUANA, HA HA! SHE SAID IT WAS THE BEST IN ALL THE LAND. AND I SAID, "NO, NO, NO, NO, I DON'T SMOKE IT NO MORE, I'M TIRED OF WAKING UP ON THE FLOOR. NO, THANK YOU, PLEASE, IT ONLY MAKES ME SNEEZE, AND THEN IT MAKES IT HARD TO FIND THE DOOR." (Ah-ah-aye-aye) A WOMAN THAT I KNOW JUST CAME FROM MAJORCA, SPAIN, SHE SMILED BECAUSE I DID NOT UNDERSTAND. (Parazzi! Parazzi!) (Olé!) THEN SHE HELD OUT A TEN POUND BAG OF COCAINE, SHE SAID IT WAS THE FINEST IN THE LAND. AND I SAID, "NO, NO, NO, NO, I DON'T [SNIFF] NO MORE, I'M TIRED OF WAKING UP ON THE FLOOR. NO, THANK YOU, PLEASE, IT ONLY MAKES ME SNEEZE, AND THEN IT MAKES IT HARD TO FIND THE DOOR." (Aye-aye-aye-aye) (Aye-aye-aye-aye) (Aye-aye-aye-aye) (Aye-aye-aye) A MAN THAT I KNOW JUST CAME FROM NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE, OO, (oh no!) HE SMILED BECAUSE I DID NOT UNDERSTAND. THEN HE HELD OUT SOME MOONSHINE WHISKEY, OH HO, HE SAID IT WAS THE BEST IN ALL THE LAND. (and he wasn't joking!!!) AND I SAID, "NO, NO, NO, NO, I DON'T DRINK IT NO MORE, I'M TIRED OF WAKING UP ON THE FLOOR. NO, THANK YOU, PLEASE, IT ONLY MAKES ME SNEEZE, AND THEN IT MAKES IT HARD TO FIND THE DOOR." WELL, I SAID, "NO, NO, NO, NO, I CAN'T TAKE IT NO MORE, I'M TIRED OF WAKING UP ON THE FLOOR. NO, THANK YOU, PLEASE, IT ONLY MAKES ME SNEEZE, AND THEN IT MAKES IT HARD TO FIND THE DOOR." HEY YEH! "I'LL JUST HAVE ANOTHER DRINK, BARMAN, HAVE YOU GOT A LARGE BRANDY?" How's that? It wins major points for ME, being written by Hoyt Axton, whom I love, and Ringo Starr, whom I adore.... Gracie, eating chocolate ice cream and grinning.... ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png)
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