MrScorpio
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 12:09 PM
Original message |
Tuesday Afternoon
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 12:41 PM
Response to Original message |
1. oh.but they're weird and they're wonderful! |
Oeditpus Rex
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 01:01 PM
Response to Reply #1 |
2. She's got electric boots, a mohair suit |
|
Y'know, I read it in a magazi-INE. :)
Your sister can't twist, but she can rock 'n' roll She out-bucks the broncos at the rodeo-o-do She's only 16 but it's plain to see She can pull the wool over little old me Your sister can't twist, but she can rock 'n' roll Your sister can't twist but she got more soul than me
|
Lincolngirl
(346 posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 01:02 PM
Response to Reply #2 |
4. OHho Bbbbenny and the jets.... |
Tuesday Afternoon
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 01:17 PM
Response to Reply #2 |
5. Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet |
|
But they're so spaced out,
(Hello, baby hello Havent seen your face for a while Have you quit doing time for me Or are you still the same spoiled child
Hello, I said hello Is this the only place you thought to go Am I the only man you ever had Or am I just the last surviving friend that you know
Harmony and me Were pretty good company Looking for an island In our boat upon the sea Harmony, gee I really love you And I want to love you forever And dream of the never, never, never leaving harmony
Hello, baby hello Open up your heart and let your feelings flow Youre not unlucky knowing me Keeping the speed real slow In any case I set my own pace By stealing the show, say hello, hello)
|
Oeditpus Rex
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 01:26 PM
Response to Reply #5 |
6. My bulldog is barkin' in the back yard |
|
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave And I can't concentrate on what I'm doin' Disturbance gonna crucify my days
And the days, they get longer and longer And the nighttime is a time of little use For I just get ugly and older I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinner time and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot and have a real good time I'm a genuine example of a social disease
My landlady lives in a caravan Well, that is, when she isn't in my arms And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness Though my liquor also helps to grease her palm
And the ladies are all gettin' wrinkles And they're fallin' apart at the seams While I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinner time and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot and have a heart of gold I'm a genuine example of a social disease I'm a genuine example of a social disease
|
Tuesday Afternoon
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 01:31 PM
Response to Reply #6 |
7. He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day |
|
I've seen a lot of women who haven't had much luck I've seen you looking like you've been run down by a truck That ain't nice to say sometimes I guess I'm really hard But I'm gonna put buckshots in your pants if you step into my yard
When I watch the police come by and move you on Well I sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become Well you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women's wear But all you got was a mop up job washing other people's stairs
I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl Someone grab that bitch by the ears Rub her down scrub her back And turn her inside out `Cause I bet she hasn't had a bath in years
Here's my own belief about all the dirty girls That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl And like rags that belong to you I belong to myself So don't show up around here till your social worker's helped
|
Oeditpus Rex
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 01:46 PM
Response to Reply #7 |
8. I was gonna post that one |
|
But I was afraid you'd take it personally. :D
Raised to be a lady by the Golden Rule Alice was the spawn of a public school With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain And a simple case of Mummy-doesn't-love-me blues
Reality, it seems, was just a dream She couldn't get it on with the boys on the scene But what do you expect from a chick who's just 16? And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean
All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice, they say Come over and see me Come over and please me Alice, it's my turn today
All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice, they say If I give you my number Will you promise to call me? Wait till my husband's away
Poor little darling with a chip out of her heart It's like acting in a movie when you got the wrong part Getting your kicks in another girl's bed And it was only last Tuesday they found you in the subway dead
And who could you call your friends down in Soho One or two middle-aged dykes in a go-go And what do you expect from a 16-year-old yo-yo? And hey, hey, hey, oh, don't you know
All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice, they say Come over and see me Come over and please me Alice, it's my turn today
All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice, they say If I give you my number Will you promise to call me? Wait till my husband's away
|
Tuesday Afternoon
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 11:23 PM
Response to Reply #8 |
10. If i would have taken the other one personally, how should I take |
|
that one? :shrug: ;) :D
Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child
And when it rains the rain falls down Washing out the cattle town And she's far away somewhere in her eiderdown And she dreams of crystal streams Of days gone by when we would lean Laughing fit to burst upon each other
I can see you sitting eating apples in the evening The fruit juice flowing slowly, slowly, slowly Down the bronze of your body Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child
Oh if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin My arms around your shoulders the windows wide and open While the swallow and the sycamore are playing in the valley Oh I miss you Amoreena like a king bee misses honey
Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours Rolling through the hay like a puppy child
|
bikebloke
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 01:01 PM
Response to Original message |
3. I hate that song so much.... |
|
...that I'm not even going to click on this thread. :P
|
BOSSHOG
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 01:49 PM
Response to Original message |
9. And Peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole |
WritingIsMyReligion
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Mon Nov-17-08 11:24 PM
Response to Original message |
11. THEY'RE ALL SPACED OOUUUUUTTTTTTT. |
jobycom
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Tue Nov-18-08 12:32 AM
Response to Original message |
Arugula Latte
(1000+ posts)
Send PM |
Profile |
Ignore
|
Tue Nov-18-08 12:35 AM
Response to Original message |
|
Turn and face the strange Changes Oooh, look out you rock and rollers
|
DU
AdBot (1000+ posts) |
Sat May 11th 2024, 08:46 AM
Response to Original message |