Oh man… as soon as I saw the title, the damn song started going through my head too. Why oh WHY did I open this thread? So now I’m alternating between “Lola” and “Copa Cabana”. Damn you all to hell!
Good morning everybody. Let us now commence with our joyous morning sing-along. I’ll start, and you just jump in whenever you want.
:: clears throat ::
Whoooooooooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhh,
Tie that yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It’s been three long years
Do ya still want me? (still want me)
If I don’t see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Everybody!!
“. . . Flipper, Flipper, faster than lightning . . . .”
Shoot me now.
Ok, TOSS!
Yeah, THAT’s tough to do . . . 
–
“Basted wiht sun-brewed mayonayse.”
Happy Thursday, Jack!
A heartbeat, it’s a lovebeat
And a lovebeat is a good vibration
Oh, a heartbeat is a lovebeat
And when we meet , it’s a good sensation
Listen to my heart pound
Listen to my love sound
Feel it gettin’ stronger
Can’t hold back any longer
Heartbeat, it’s a lovebeat
And a lovebeat is a good vibration
Oh a heartbeat it’s a lovebeat
And when we meet, it’s a good sensation
If we must have lyrics by a Barry, let it be the great one…
We got it together, didn’t we?
Nobody but you and me
We got it together, Baby
My first, my last, my everything
And the answer to all my dreams.
You’re my sun, my moon, my guiding star.
My kind of wonderful, that’s what you are.
Evil, Odieman, EVIL! Take THIS, BWHA HA HA HA HA!
I’m on the
Top of the world, looking
Down on Creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the the love that I’ve found
Ever since you’ve been around
Your love’s putting me at the top of the world
On the day I was born,
the nurses all gathered 'round,
and they gazed in wild wonder,
at the joy they had found.
The head nurse spoke up!
She said “Leave this one alone!”
She could tell right away,
that I was bad to the bone.
Ba-DA-ba-DA-da!
Wash - Rinse - Repeat
Zelda. She was a calligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strange peaches.
Will this work on ANYBODY???
“I’m the operator of my pocket calculator…”
Feelings, whoa-whoa-whoa, feeeeeelings…
[I hate myself now, I really do.]
You gotta be–
cruel to be kind,
in the right measure.
Cruel to be kind;
it’s very good sign.
Cruel to be kind,
means that I love you —baaaaby!
You gotta be cruel
you gotta be cruel
to be kind.
(This loathesome tune came out in the late seventies, and one of my older sisters bought the record. Pure torment.)
When I first entered my college dorm room, as a freshman, my roommate (assigned randomly) had been there and left his stuff, but he wasn’t there at the moment. I thought I’d see what I could learn from his possessions. I found his record (yes, record!) collection: Neil Diamond. Bread. Three Dog Night.
We didn’t get along all that well.
So sing with me –
Jeremiah was a bullfrog!
Was a good friend of mine!
I never understood a single word he said
But he always had some mighty fine wine!
Far a-wayyyy, and long ago
I fell in love with you
During the second show…
Don’t you remember you told me you loved me, baby?
Baby baby baby baby oh baby
I loooooooooove youuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
I like this song!
Bread, however, is EVIL!
“Lost without your love…
life without you
isn’t worth the trouble of.
I’m as helpless as a shift without a wheel…”
Glllllluuurge!
I’ve got a triple whammy for you–and if there is a god in heaven, maybe you’re too young to remember or old enough to have forgotten them…
“Look what they’ve done to my song, Ma,
Look what done to my song…”
“Daddy please don’t,
It wasn’t his fault.
He means so much to me”
“That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia…”
I would’ve quoted Vicki’s other big hit, but thankfully, I seem to have blocked it out of my conscious mind.
Sing us a song. You’re the Piano-Man.
Sing us a song tonght.
Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody,
And you’ve got us feelin’ alright.
I love this song. Picked up one of Reba McEntire’s CD’s solely to get her rendition of this song. (Like a few other songs on the CD too.)
“You see little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun.”
But how about this:
It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone
Torberg, I only chose Vicki’s big hit because it was the only example of the classic ‘story’ song I could think of right off.
I happen to love ‘The Night Chicago Died.’ Yup. I do.
Oh, you had to bring Tom Jones into this… This is the one I usually can’t shake once it starts playing in my mind:
My, my, my, Deeelila.
Why, why, why, Deeelila.
and how about:
What’s up Pussycat, wooo-uuu-woooo-uuu-wooo-uuu.
Then let me rectify that…
*My child arrived just the other day
he came to the world in the usual way
but there were planes to catch, and bills to pay
he learned to walk while I was away
he was talking 'fore I knew it and as he grew
he said I’m gonna be like you dad
you know I’m gonna be like you
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
little boy blue and the man on the moon
when you coming home dad I don’t know when
but we’ll get together then
you know we’ll have a good time then*