I hope you got fat.
I hope you got really fat.
'Cause if you got really, really, fat,
You just might want to see me come back.
I hope you got fat.
(because I couldn’t post the Horns Of Dilemma contribution to “Black Girls”)
Nuthin’ to eat,
and nuthin’ to drink.
Nuthin’ for a man to do,
but sit around and think.
Nuthin’ for a man to do,
but sit around and think.
I might have closed this thread down if I had a clue what the hell was going on!!
Ooooo, slippin’ and slidin’.
Such a good time, but now I have to find a bed
that can take this weight.
First one to tell him gets a beat-down.
I like her shoes, I like her hat.
I’d like you better if you looked like that.
Uh huh…
You know I love the Lord of Hosts
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
I was so pleased to learn that he’s inside me.
In my time of trouble he will hide me.
Old Mother Reagan! She’s so DUMB!
She’s so DANGEROUS!
How come she don’t go farrrrrr a wayyyyyy…
Have we got an armyyyy?
And you’re unhappy…
This is only a guess.
When I say dance, you best dance motherf***er!
Did you do too many drugs?
I know I could do it, I…I…I knowI could do it…if…if…if…I wasn’t so lonely, lonely, lonely
…and two, two. two for my family
…and three, three, three for my heartache
… and four, four, four for my headache…
I forget what eight was for…
…and five, five, five for my loneliness
…six, six, six for my sorrow
…seven, seven, n-n-n-n-n-no tomorrow…
ten, ten, ten, ten for . . .
[see previous post]
Well, I’m a thinkin’ and thinkin’, till there’s nothin’ I ain’t thunk.
Breathing in the stink, till finally I stunk.
could you please just open the door!
But I like American music best…
I need too many drugs.
You can bump and grind
you can have a good time
You can twist and shout
let it all hang out
but you can’t stop the children of the revolution!
Sink-down-sink-down-sink-down
Down, down to the bottom of the river
Sink-down-sink-sink-down-down…