Little Willie Willie won’t
Go Home!
But you can’t push Willie round
Willie won’t go!
Try tellin’ everybody, but
Oh No!
But little willie willie won’t
Go Home"
happy trails to you…
Mama’s got a squeeze box she wears on her chest
And when Daddy comes home, he never gets no rest
'Cause she’s playing all night and the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box, Daddy never sleeps at night
Well, the kids don’t eat and the dog can’t sleep
There’s no escape from the music in the whole damn street
'Cause she’s playing all night and the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box, Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
She’s playing all night and the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box, Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes, squeeze me, come on and squeeze me
Come on and tease me like you do
I’m so in love with you
Mama’s got a squeeze box, Daddy never sleeps at night
Oh, it’s so nice to be with you
I love all the things you say and do
And it’s so nice to hear you say
You’re gonna please me in every way
Honey, I got the notion
You’re causin’ commotion in my soul
(retch here)
“If I was a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?”
“If you were a carpenter and I was a lady
I’d marry you anyway, I’d have your baby”
“If a tinker was my trade, would I still find you?”
“I’d be carryin’ the pots you made, followin’ behind you”
By Johnny and June Carter Cash
:::ducks & runs:::
it has been DONE (check your email )
and to continue our grand tour of dreck:
Tommy Roe presents:
“Dizzy, I’m so dizzy my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool it never ends
And it’s You girl makin’ it spin
You’re making me dizzy…”
Death’s been covered, but here are two somewhat corny entries about homicide:[ul][li]Rolling Stones ”Too Much Blood” Proof in my opinion they should have hung it up in 1980.[/li]
Some Snippets:
- … A friend of mine was this Japanese. He had a girlfriend in Paris. He tried to date her in six months and eventually she said yes. You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her head. Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her piece by piece. Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the freezer. And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the bones. You don’t believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction. We drive through there every day…
Did you ever see ‘Texas Chain Saw Massacre’? Horrible, wasn’t it? You know people ask me: it is really true where you live in Texas, it is really true what they do around there, people? I say, “yeah everytime I drive through the crossroads I get scared there’s a bloke running around with a fucking chain saw. Oh oh no, gonna, oh no. Don’t saw off me leg, don’t saw off me arm.” When I get to the movies, you know I’d like to
see something more romantic, you know. Like ‘An Officer and a Gentleman’ or something. Something you can take the wife to, you know what I mean?…*
[li]Warren Zevon ”Excitable Boy” No offense to the man, but these lyrics are a combination of morbid and corny dreck.[/ul] [/li]Some Snippets:
… He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom…And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home…After ten long years they let him out of the home…And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones…Excitable boy, they all said. Well, he’s just an excitable boy…
A small hint/aside to those who read the thread but don’t remember if an exact song was previously posted. To avoid Heathen’s wrath, view the thread in the printable version & click the “show all ### threads on one page option” and do a find on some keywords of your post prior to submitting.
How do you do what you do to me?
I wish I knew
If I knew how you do it to me
I’d do it to you…
(Gerry and the Pacemakers)
or, one could email me for a list of songs done, and save the hamster the work: bushy_hare ‘at’ yahoo
This is some of the junk that I heard while at work today.
Sussudio–Phil Collins
Human–Human League
Born a Woman–Sandy Posey
Woman, Woman–Gary Puckett and the Union Gap
I’m going to go puke now.
LYRICS! We need LYRICS!
I can’t find this one, so maybe it exists only in my mind (if so, it would have LOTS of company)
“Girl, you’ll be a woman soon,
You’ll learn how to love…”
(and yes, this covers Neil D’s dreck, so don’t try to claim that one )
There’s a girl that’s been on my mind
Su Su Sussudio
I’m only human
Of flesh and blood
A man
Cause I was born a woman
I didn’t have no say
But when my man comes home late, he makes me glad it happened that way
Woman, woman,
Have you got cheating on your mind?
Thanks, happyheathen. I’m sick all over again.
You will have to dig pretty deep to uncover a song that is more drecky than Born a Woman. I await your attempt.
Baby cried the day the circus came to town
‘cause she didn’t want parades just passin’ by her
So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown
While she danced without a net upon the wire
I know a lot about 'er 'cause, you see
Baby is an awful lot like me
Don’t cry out loooud
Just keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it aaaallll…
So if you want my body
And you think I’m sexy
Come on, Sugar, tell me so.
Help me information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
We were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
Tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee
Last time I saw Marie she’s wavin’ me good-bye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennessee
“Memphis, Tennessee” was Chuck Berry’s song to his daughter, Marie.
And the eagle flies
With the dove.
So if you can’t be
With the one you love,
Honey, love the one you’re with.
Please remember…
DRECK! What we are looking for, here is DRECK!!!
Rod Stewart
Chuck Berry (at least use “My Ding-a-Ling”)
Steven Stills?
you want Stills? I’ll give you Stills (this one make HIM cringe):
"There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down…"
I don’t believe virginity is
as common as it used to be
in working days and sleeping nights
that black is black and white is white
that Superman and Robin Hood
are still alive in Hollywood
that gasoline’s in short supply
the rising cost of getting by.
But I believe in love, I believe in old folks
I believe in children, I believe in you.
I believe in love, I believe in babies
I believe in mom and dad, and I believe in you.
"Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town
Everybody else, tries to put my sloopy down
Sloopy I don’t care what your daddy do
Cuz you know sloopy, girl, I’m in love with you
And so I say now
Hang on sloopy, sloopy hang on"
My girl Bill
My, my girl Bill
Can’t say enough
About the way I feel
About my girl Bill
Clap for the wolfman, he gonna rate your record high
Clap for the wolfman, you gonna dig him till the day you die
Clap for the wolfman, he gonna rate your record high (Umm, yes gracious)
Clap for the wolfman, you gonna dig him till the day you die (Heh heh heh, oh wow)
Doo Ron Ron and The Duke of Earl, they were friends of mine
And I was on my moonlight drive
Snuggled in, said “Baby just one kiss…” she said “No, no, no”
“Romance ain’t keeping me alive!”
Said “Hey babe, d’you wanna coo, coo, coo?” she said “Ah, ah, ah”
So I was left out in the cold
I said “You’re what I’ve been dreaming of” she said “I don’t want to know!”
(Oh you know, she was diggin’ the cat on the radio!)
Clap for the wolfman, he gonna rate your record high (Yes baby I gonna, doctor love!)
Clap for the wolfman, you gonna dig him till the day you die
(Everybody’s talking about The Wolfman’s “pompatous of love”)
After a while, I’m myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor.
Put my heart on the shelf again.
He’ll never hurt me any more.
I’m not some puppet on a string
I’ll find somebody else someday.
That’s when the phone rings and I jump.
And as I grab the phone I pray
Let it please be him, my dear God
It must be him, it must be him
Or I shall die. Or I shall die.