LBN wrote:When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings,
bottle of wine? ... (etc)
Didn't think of that one. I've 17 years left until it loses relevance.
LBN wrote:When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings,
bottle of wine? ... (etc)
Everybody's got something to do
I've got nothing but this empty room
Everybody's got some kind of job
Everybody's got someone to love
Not me, I'm f**king the dog
Everybody's got somewhere to go
I've got nothing but this dirty hole
Everybody's going out tonight
I'm staying here and out of sight
Yea, f**king the dog
I'm living in darkness every day
I'm the devil's son some people say
I'm so far gone I can't be saved
I'm just living day to day
Yea, that's right, f**king the dog
C'mon, f**king the dog
That's right, I'm f**king the dog
You're never done 'till you do it like I said
You've got no one to love, I'm just f**king the dog
f**k, f**k, f**king the dog
"Two Weeks With Love""Abba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba"
said the monkey to the chimp.
"Abba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba"
said the chimpee to the monk.
All night long they chattered away.
All day long they were happy and gay,
swinging and swaying in a honky, tonky way.
"Abba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba"
said the chimp, "I love but you."
Abba dabba dabba in monkey talk means
"Chimp, I love you too."
Then the ol' baboon, one night in June,
married them and very soon,
they sailed away on an abba dabba honeymoon.
intel wrote:Everybody's got something to do
I've got nothing but this empty room
Everybody's got some kind of job
Everybody's got someone to love
Not me, I'm fkucing the dog
Everybody's got somewhere to go
I've got nothing but this dirty hole
Everybody's going out tonight
I'm staying here and out of sight
Yea, fkucing the dog
I'm living in darkness every day
I'm the devil's son some people say
I'm so far gone I can't be saved
I'm just living day to day
Yea, that's right, fkucing the dog
C'mon, fkucing the dog
That's right, I'm fkucing the dog
You're never done 'till you do it like I said
You've got no one to love, I'm just fkucing the dog
fcuk, fcuk, fkucing the dog
Blimey - that's one Gary Glitter song that completely passed me byVoidoid Surrealist wrote:intel wrote:Everybody's got something to do
I've got nothing but this empty room
Everybody's got some kind of job
Everybody's got someone to love
Not me, I'm fkucing the dog
Everybody's got somewhere to go
I've got nothing but this dirty hole
Everybody's going out tonight
I'm staying here and out of sight
Yea, fkucing the dog
I'm living in darkness every day
I'm the devil's son some people say
I'm so far gone I can't be saved
I'm just living day to day
Yea, that's right, fkucing the dog
C'mon, fkucing the dog
That's right, I'm fkucing the dog
You're never done 'till you do it like I said
You've got no one to love, I'm just fkucing the dog
fcuk, fcuk, fkucing the dogGG always brings a tear to my eye!
In 1969, before he made shite music and whored himself for car adverts, The Bob Seger System wrote: Yes it's true I am a young man
but I'm old enough to kill
I don't wanna kill nobody
but I must, if you so will
And if I raise my hand in question
you just say that I'm a fool
Because I've got the gall to ask you
Can you maybe change the rules?
Can you stand and call me upstart?
Ask what answer can I find
I ain't sayin' I'm a genius
2+2 is on my mind
Well I knew a guy in high school
just an average friendly guy
And he had himself a girlfriend
and you made them say goodbye
Now he's buried in the mud
of a foreign jungle land
And his girl just sits and cries
she just doesn't understand
So you say he died for freedom
well if he died to save your lies
go ahead and call me yellow
2+2 is on my mind
All I know is that I'm young
and your rules they are old
If I've got to kill to live
then there's something left untold
I'm no statesman I'm no general
I know that I'll never be
It's the rules not the soldiers
that are my real enemy
I'm no prophet I'm no rebel
I'm just asking you why
I just want a simple answer
Why it is I 've got to die?
I'm a simple minded guy
2+2 is on my mind...
it was a tough choice between f**king The Dog, I Wanna Rape You and Hard Candy Cock, but in the end I chose f**king The Dog for its deeper meaning and the heartfelt approach to the subjects of loniless, boredom, isolation and depression - such timeless motifs, told in such a poignant fashion.Voidoid Surrealist wrote:GG always brings a tear to my eye!

Groucho Marx performed / Harold Arlen and E.Y. Harburg wrote:[speaking]
My life was wrapped around the circus. Her name was Lydia. I met her at the World's Fair in 1900... marked down from 1940.
Ah, Lydia! She was the most glorious creature under the suuunnnn. Guiess -- DuBarry -- Garbo, rolled into one.
[singing]
Oooooooh...
Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia?
Lydia the Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
And a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopidia,
Oh, Lydia the Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it the wreck of the Hesperus, too.
And proudly above waves the Red, White, and Blue,
You can leaaaaarn a lot from Lydia.
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la...
When her robe is unfurled, she will show you the world,
If you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
Or Washington crossing the Delaware.
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia,
Oh, Lydia the Tattooed Lady
When her muscles start relaxin',
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson!
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopidia,
Oh, Lydia the queen of them all!
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
With a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraaaaz --
You can learn a lot from Lydia.
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
Come along and see Buff'lo Bill with his lasso --
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon;
Here's Godiva but with her pajamas on.
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la!
Here's Grover Whalen unveilin' the Trylon;
Over on the West Coast we have Treasure Island.
Here is Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba...
Here's her social security numba.
[whistles]
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la...
Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopidia!
Lydia, the champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet
(The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat)...
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
For he weeeent and married Lydia!
I said Lydiaaa...
{He said Lydia!}
They said Lydia...
{We said Lydiaaaa!}
La La!
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