I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time: it’s detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time: I can leave it home when I think it’s going to get me in trouble, or I can rent it out when I don’t need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can’t for the life of me remember what I did with it.
:eek:
The judge and the jury they took their stand
The judge held the papers in his right hand
Forty-one days, forty-one nights
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes
Well, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
So far (through all 4 previous threads) I think we’ve had only 1 or 2 themes that have actually made a complete overnight run, so I don’t think this’ll go on forever. Although, it was a lot harder when the word we were using had to be in the song’s title, and not just contained somewhere in the lyrics.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this
burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.
In your face, there’s heartache, you can’t hide it
And on your lips, love’s left a bitter taste
And in your eyes, there’s tears that don’t need crying
And Honey I’m just trying to put a little smile in their place
In you face
Well she seemed all right by dawn’s early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn’t drinking again
But Daddy left the proof on her cheek
*She don’t rock ‘n’ roll, she don’t like it
She don’t do the stroll—well she don’t do it right
Well, everything’s wrong and my patience was gone
When I woke one morning and remembered this song
O-oh-oh, kinda catchy, I hoped that she would talk to me now
And even allow me to hold her hand and forget that old band *