Your Best Song (with lyrics)

[freejames]

Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, ****** Morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long
Oh you see that I'm not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, ****** Morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place?
and why does the doctor have no face?

Oh, I can't crawl across the floor
Ah, Can't you see, ****** Morphine, I'm trying to score.

Well it just goes to show,
things are not what they seem.
Please, ****** Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams.
Oh can't you see I'm fading fast?
And that this shot will be my last.

Sweet ****** *******, lay your cool cool hands on my head
Ah come on, ****** Morphine, you better make up my bed
'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead
You can sit around and you can watch all the
clean white sheets stained red.


****** Morphine - The Rolling Stones

 

[Sutty]

GUNS DON'T **** PEOPLE (RAPPERS DO) - Goldie Lookin Chain

Guns dont **** people rappers do,
Ask any politican and they'll tell you its true,
Its a fact music makes you violent,
Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent,
You don't believe me? Heres my hype,
Offer me the record and i'll show you the type,
Of criminal this rap **** is breedin,
Its a fact that MC Hammer left me bleedin,
Vanilla Ice made my ****** say 'Fuck',
If I stuck with UB40 then I woulda been in luck,
But I didn't I got it wrong,
Cypress fucking hill to me to make a fucking bong,
So I started, I bought another tape,
That bad boy vibe made my cock and balls ache,
So remember **** from the head double tap,
Guns don't **** people its just rap!


Guns don't **** people rappers do
So do the police
Woo Woo Woo

Guns don't **** people rappers do,
I seen it in a documentary on BBC2,
Shot to death outside Hyper Value,
Guns blazin like Michael Cain in Zulu,
Guns with sadistic are sometimes misleading,
The type of criminal that rap is breedin,
Shot in the chest? No wonder you stopped breathin,
2 for the base over, are you receivin?
Remember rap tracks in '87
Scott the Rock's up ni Hip-Hop heaven,
Biggie and Tupac R.I.P,
Even Jam Master Jays in the cemetary.

Guns don't **** people rappers do
So do the police
Woo Woo Woo

Guns don't **** people rappers do,
I'm a fucking rapper and I might **** you,
As a rapper I'm teachin you a lesson,
AK47 to Smith-and-Weston
Just say no, just like Zappo
Bullet proof vest, to guns and ammo,
Hip-hop gangster trippin,
Even Eminems into ****** whippin,
Its like cluedo ****** one,
P-Diddy, J'lo in a nightclub with a ***,
Heard snoop dog now wants to bust a cap,
Guns dont **** people its just rap

One, Two yo face my shoe,
My name is Mike Balls and I'm comin through,
*** crimes, stabbin, and burglarisation,
Its on a rise all across the nation,
The safety's off and the ****** is aimed,
Yardies and the Mafia always get blamed,
Politicians are shamed, and they haven't got a clue,
Rap is more deadly than fucking Kung-Fu

Guns don't **** people rappers do
So do the police
Woo Woo Woo

Guns dont **** people rappers do,
From Bristol *** to B&Q,
I wanna rap, I wanna rhyme
Heard it in a song now im into *** crime,
Its a sign of the times like Prince changin his name,
Gotta have a shooter to be in the rap game,
Like Michael Ryan about to snap,
Guns dont **** people its just rap!

 

[magnum opus]

Que Lastima ZZ Top

QUE LASTIMA
Y nosotros los pobres borrachos [And we the poor drunks]
Nadie nos quiere coger [No one wants to have sex with us]
Nuestro corazon no es tan malo [Our heart isn't so bad]
Pero no tenemos mujer [But we don't have a woman]
Que lastima, que lastima, que lastima [What a pity...]
Que lastima, que lastima, que lastima

Nosotros tenemos cervezas [We have beers]
Tambien tenemos tiempo [We also have time]
Importante tener pocos pesos [It's important to have a few pesos]
Pero mi suerte es mala siempre [But my luck is always bad]
Que lastima, que lastima, que lastima [What a pity...]
Que lastima, que lastima, que lastima

Que lastima, que lastima, que lastima
Que lastima, que lastima, que lastime
(repeat 1st verse)

Si senor!


AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH

 

[Sutty]

Dreamer by Kane

This song was written after the the wife of the lead singer of Kane, died. She was a famous actress in Holland and it was played at her funeral.

Bring in the dancers
bring in the clowns
bring in the magic in the air
and now i sing you a song

I'm calling all dreamers
why won't you ever **** up

my sweatheart
sweatheart....

One out of a million
you became one out of three
one out of thousands in the world
became one heart in me

and if you ever leave me
i hope i
i never **** up

sweatheart
sweatheart
my sweatheart

ohohoh
its a crazy world
everything changes
but our love for ever stays
ohohoh
its a crazy world.......

So bring in the dancers
bring in the clowns
bring in the magic in the air
wont you give me your smile

And i'm calling you dreamer
why dont you
dont you never **** up

my sweatheart
my sweatheart

sweatheart...........
oohh....
sweatheart....

 

[Elwood70]

DENIS LEARY - ASSHOLE
(Spoken)
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American *****.
About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down
in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the
cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle
area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the
colon, we don't know.
(Sung)
I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I'm your average white suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I've got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job, my **** and my car.
My feet on my table and a cuban cigar.
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a mAn Like me interested
(oh no) no way (uh-uh)
No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense
(oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
While people behind me are going insane.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets and **** on the seat,
I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong
NAAAAH!
I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)
(Spoken)
Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado,
hot-fuckin'-pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big
brown baby seal eyes for headlights... yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in
that baby doing 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, suckin' down
quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-
biodegradable styrofoam containers... yeah! And when I'm done suckin' down
those greaseball burgers I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the
side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why?
Because we got the bombs, that's why... yeah! Two words--nuclear fuckin'
weapons, OK? Russia, Czechoslovakia, Romania, they can have all the democracy
they want...they can have a democracy cakewalk right through the middle of
Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of fuckin' difference, because we got
the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead--he's frozen! And when we find a cure for
cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You
know why? You ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million
times--that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and
John Casavetti and Sam Peckinpaw and a case of fuckin' ****** and drive...
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, you know you really are an asshole?)
Why don't you shut up and sing the song, Chris. I thought I was the
asshole... all the time it was him... what an asshole!
(Sung)
I'm an asshole (I'm an asshole, he's an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
A S-S H-O L-E
Everybody, A S-S H-O L-E
Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay
A-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom
Oooooooo
(Spoken)
I'm an asshole and I'm proud of it!
(Chris mouths: Asshole)

 

[Elwood70]

Paint It Black
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

 

[Elwood70]

Midnight Rambler
(Mick Jagger/Keith Richards)

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
The one that shut the kitchen door
He don't give you a hoot of warning
Wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He split the time the cock'rel crows

Talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Well, talkin' about the midnight gambler
Everybody got to go

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler
Yeah, the one you never seen before

Oh don't do that, oh don't do that, oh don't do that
Don't you do that, don't you do that (repeat)
Oh don't do that, oh don't do that (repeat)

Well you heard about the Boston...
It's not one of those
Well, talkin' 'bout the midnight...sh...
The one that closed the bedroom door
I'm called the hit-and-run ***** in anger
The *****-sharpened tippie-toe...
Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler
You know, the one you never seen before

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler
Coming down your marble hall
Well he's pouncing like proud black panther
Well, you can say I, I told you so!
Well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler
Play it easy, as you go
I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door!

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall
And did you hear about the midnight gambler
And did you see me make my midnight call

And if you ever catch the midnight rambler
I'll steal your mistress from under your nose
I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger
I'll stick my ***** right down your throat, baby
And it hurts!

 

[Elwood70]

"Monkey Man"
Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

I'm a fleabit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
That's not really true

I'm a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
What you do?

But I've been bit and I've been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you, babe?

Well, I am just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey woman too

I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through

Yes, I'm a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Don't you?

Well, I hope we're not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues

Well I am just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey, monkey woman
Monkey woman too, babe!

I'm a monkey! I'm a monkey!
I'm a monkey man! I'm a monkey man!
I'm a monkey! I'm a monkey! I'm a monkey! I'm a monkey!
Monkey! monkey! monkey!.......

 

[Elwood70]

"Happy"
Keith Richards(I know what the albums' credits say;but I know better)

Well,I never kept a dollar past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants.
Never made a school **** happy,
Never blew a second chance, oh no

I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.

Always took candy from strangers,
Didn't wanna get me no trade.
Never want to be like papa,
Working for the boss ev'ry night and day.

I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy.
Baby, won't ya keep me happy.
Baby, please keep me

I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.

Never got a flash out of cocktails,
When I got some flesh off the bone.
Never got a lift out of Lear jets,
When I can fly way back home.

I need a love to keep me happy,
I need a love to keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy.
Baby, baby keep me happy

 

[member006]

It's Growing ~ The Temptations


like a snow ball rolling down the side of a snow covered hill(it's growing)like the size of
the fish that the man claims broke his reel(it's growing)like the rose bud blooming in the
warmth of the summer sun (it's growing)like the tale by the time its been told by more
then one (it's growing

Every day it grows a little more then it was the day before my love for you just grows and
grows ooooh how it grows and grows and where it's going to stop I'm sure nobody knows
hey,hey,hey
(nobody knows)
how it grows and it grows and it grows
(nobody knows)
yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah
(nobody knows it grows and grows where is it gonna stop)
Oooo

like the need in a guy to see his girl when she's gone away (its growing) like the sadness
in his little heart when he knows that she's gone to stay Ooo (it's growing)

Every day it grows a little more then it was the day before my love for you just grows and
grows ooooh how it grows and grows and where it's going to stop I'm sure nobody knows
(hey,hey,hey nobody knows)
it gets a little wider (nobody knows)
aw it gets a little stronger (hey,hey,hey)
the feeling from each kiss baby (hey,hey,hey)
aw it last a litter longer (hey,hey,hey)
Ooo so much OooOoo so much
can't you see us growing baby
it grows and it grows and it grows

 

[Sutty]

Angel by Sarah Mclachlan

Spend all your time waitin'
For that second chance;
The break that would make it okay.
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day.

I need some distraction.
Oh, beautiful release.
Memories seep through my veins
That may be empty,
Oh, and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight.

I'm in the arms of the angel.
Fly away from here.
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endless nights that you fear.
You were born from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back.
The storm keeps on twistin'.
Keep on buildin' the life
That you make up for all that you lack.

Don't make no difference.
Escape one last time.
It's easier to believe
Then this sweet madness.
Oh, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees.

In the arms of the angel.
Fly away from here.
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endless nights that you fear.
You were born from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.

You're in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.

 

[Sutty]

36D by The Beautiful South

Close your legs, open your mind
Leave those compliments well behind
Dig a little deeper into yourself
And you may find

Come over here just sit right down
Needn’t comb your hair, needn’t pout or frown
I hear you’ve turned our young men
Into dribbling clowns

36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that you’ve got?
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that you’ve got?

Make their day and go ahead
Remove your clothes lie on their bed
Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet
To the easily led

And before you do just what you do
Here’ one thought for you to chew
The men who run the business that you sell
They screw you too

36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that you’ve got?
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that you’ve got?

You’re just another 365 night stand
But you’re so handy, you’re so handy
You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land
But you’re so handy, you’re so handy

Your picture’s hanging pretty on the squaddies’ walls
You’re steven’s, andy’s, you’re ian’s, you’re paul’s
Your body’s through of fondly in the rugby mauls
But you want more

36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that you’ve got?

36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that you’ve got?

36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that you’ve got?

36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that you’ve got?
He was trying to save his job
He was, he was trying to save his job.

 

[Jacksson_77]

Paint It Black
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

IMO the Stones' best song by far! :thumbsup:

:hatsoff: Jackson

 

[Jacksson_77]

Angel by Sarah McLachlan

My favourite song when I'm in sad mood. I'd like this to be played at my funeral some day.

:hatsoff: Jackson

 

[MightyKrendall]

WC-Madman posted about ten, so I'll post a few of mine. All these are from my favorite group, Jethro Tull.

Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Aqualung
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Aqualung
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the road
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the road
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Aqualung
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Aqualung
Aqualung

Cup of Wonder
May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the hour,
but we accept your invitation, and we bring you Beltane's flower.
For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay will heed the song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Ask the green man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red.
Ask the old grey standing stones that show the sun its way to bed.
Question all as to their ways, and learn the secrets that they hold.
Walk the lines of nature's palm crossed with silver and with gold.
Pass the cup and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Join in black December's sadness, lie in August's welcome corn.
Stir the cup that's ever-filling with the ***** of all that's born.
But the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay will heed this song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.

Roots to Branches
Words get written. Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time.
Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change
the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.

True disciples carrying that message
to colour just a little with their personal touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches.

In wet and windy priest-holes. Grand in vast cathedrals.
High on lofty minarets or in the temples of doom.
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little ******** to make their minds up soon.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches.
Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches.

 

[Katie's Mine]

QUEENSRYCHE - TAKE HOLD OF THE FLAME


We see the light of those who find
A world has ****** them by
To late to save a ***** that's growing cold
We realize that fate must hide its face
From those who try
To see the distant signs of unforetold
Oh... oh, take hold

From a haze came a rage of thunder
Distant signs of darkness on the way
Fading cries scream of pain and hunger
But in the night the light will guide your way

So take hold of the flame
Don't you see life's a game
So take hold of the flame
You've got nothing to lose, but everything to gain

Ride, to a place beyond our time
Reach, for the edges of your mind, and you are there
See, that the light will find its way
Back to a place where it will stay, make it stay

Throw down the chains of oppression that bind you
With the air of freedom the flame grows bright
We are the strong, the youth united
We are one, we are ******** of the light

So take hold of the flame
Don't you see life's a game
So take hold of the flame
You've got nothing to lose, but everything to gain

 

[MightyKrendall]

Some more Tull.

Thick as a Brick (Part 1)
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your ****** deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
and your suntan does rapidly peel
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad ***** that I just had today
and you shake your head and say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

Kissing Willie (Fitting song for this board; it's about getting a blowjob.)
Breaking hearts in a market town.
She eats filet of sole and washes it down
with sparkling ****.
Nice girl, but a bad girl's better.
Qualifies in both ways to my mind.
But now she's kissing Willie.

She shows a leg shows it damn well.
Knows how to drive a man right back to being a *****.
Well, she's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
I can read it in her cheating eyes and know that in a while.
Well, she'll be kissing Willie. (My best friend, Willie.)

Willie stands and Willie falls.
Willie hangs his head behind grey factory walls.
Well, she's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
Me and Willie just can't help come, when she calls.
Now she's kissing Willie. (My best friend, Willie.)

Pussy Willow
In the half-tone light of a young morning
she sighs and shifts on the pillow.
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
to kiss the Pussy Willow.

In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing
in a sad voice nobody hears.
She waits in her castle of make-believe
for her white knight to appear.

Pusy Willow down fur-lined avenue
brushing the ***** from her young woman eyes.
Runs for the train, see: eight o'clock's coming
cutting dreams down to size again.

Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue,
brushing the ***** from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming,
cutting dreams down to size again.

She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing
an apartment in old Mayfair.
Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring
or to die for a cause somewhere.

Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue,
brushing the ***** from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming,
cutting dreams down to size again.

Pussy Willow, Pussy Willow, Pussy Willow, Pussy Willow.

 

[Tachi]

Ben Folds Five - Song For The Dumped

So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space
- Well fuck you too

Give me my money back,
give me my money back you bitch!
I want my money back
And don't forget,
And don't forget to give me back my black T-shirt

I wish I hadn't bought you dinner
right before you
dumped me on your front porch

Give me my money back,
give me my money back you bitch!
I want my money back
And don't forget,
And don't forget to give me back my black T-shirt

So you wanted to take a break
slow it down some and have some space...

Give me my money back,
give me my money back you bitch!
I want my money back
And don't forget!

 

[Jacksson_77]

Pulp - Disco 2000

Well we were born within an hour of each other
Our ******* said we could be ****** and *******
Your name is Deborah
De-bor-ah
It never suited you
And they said that when we grew up
We'd get married and never split up
Oh we never did it
Although I often thought of it
Oh Deborah do you recall?

Your house was very small
With wood-chip on the wall
When I came round to call
You didn't notice me at all
And I said:

"Let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?
Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road."
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago

You were the first girl at school to get breasts
And Martyn said that you were the best
Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess
I had to watch them try and get you undressed
We were friends and that's as far as it went
I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant
Oh, it meant nothing to you
`cause you were so popular
Deborah, do you recall?

Your house was very small
With wood-chip on the wall
When I came round to call
You didn't notice me at all
And I said:

"Let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?
Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road."
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago
Do it

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Now Deborah do you recall?

Your house was very small
With wood-chip on the wall
When I came round to call
You didn't notice me at all
And I said:

"Let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?
Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road."
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago

Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby?
Would you like to come and meet me, maybe?
You can even bring your baby
Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-pph-ooh
What are you doing Sunday, baby?
Would you like to come and meet me, maybe?
You can even bring your baby
Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.

:hatsoff: Jackson

 

[Jacksson_77]

This thread mustn't die!
And this song is a must for this board:

Frank Zappa - Bobby Brown

Hey there people I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth are shiny
I tell all the girls they can kiss my hiney

Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressing sharp and I'm acting cool
I got a cheerleader here, wants to help with my paper
Let her do all the work and maybe later I'll **** her

Oh God I am the american *****
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome *** of a bitch
I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich
(get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job)

Women's liberation
Came creeping all across the nation
I tell you people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddy

She made a little speach then
Uuh, she tried to make me say when
She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick
I guess it's still hooked on but now it shoots too quick

Oh God I am the american *****
But now I smell like vaseline
I'm a miserable *** of a bitch
Am I a boy or a lady, I don't know which
(I wonder, wonder, I wonder, wonder)

So I went out and bought me a leisure suit
I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute
Got a job doing radio promo
And none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo

Eventually me and a friend
Sort of drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour on the tower of power
As long as I gets a little golden shower

Oh God, I am the american *****
With a spindle up my butt 'till it makes me scream
And I'll do anything to get ahead
I lay awake nights saying "Thank you, Fred"

Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm going down
And my name is Bobby Brown
Watch me now, I'm going down

:hatsoff: Jackson