Oh hey, 98.6, it’s good to have you back again
Oh hey, 98.6, her lovin’ is the medicine
That saves me
Oh I love my baaaaabyyyyyy.
(Nocturne is supposedly too young to know all these songs.)
HappyHeathen: I laugh at your “Night that the Lights Went out In Georgia” HA!
But I’ll admit that Nocturne actually caused me some emotional distress with that little helping of phlegm.
But I’ll see both of you and raise you with:
The Archies:
*Hey! Mister Factory.
Don’tcha care?
Soon the little children
Won’t have
Any air!
Hey! Mr. Motorcar
Stop a while
We can’t breath
Another mile.
*
Are you all enjoying the pain?!
Heh. I feel like Dr. Forrester and this is Mystery Science BadSongs 3000.
Dr Fenris (and TV’S HappyHeathen)
PS: On a completely related plug, since all of you are astute students of stinky songs, let me mention my very relevant article in The current issue of Teemings. And if you like it, could y’all do me a favor and say so. In this thread. Repeatedly?
[sub]Scylla thinks he can out-advertise me, eh?[/sub]
:rolleyes:
Or, even better, this thread.
I just gotta get a message to yooouuu
Oh yeah, oh yeah
One more hour and my life will be through
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
on the other turntable: R. Dean Taylor ::bwahahaha::
One bad apple dont spoil the whole bunch girl
OOOOOOOHHHH give it one more try
before you give up our love
one bad aplle dont spoil the whole bunch girl
OOOOOOOHHHH I dont care what they say
I dont care what you heard now
OOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOO
Dont waste my time 
Way on the other side of the Hudson
Deep in the bosom of Suburbia
I met a young girl, she sang mighty fine
Tears on my Pillow and Ave Maria
Standing by the waterfall in Hyannis Park
She was working for the Friends of EAI
She was collecting quarters in a paper cup
She was looking for change - and so was I
She was a Jewish girl, I fell in love with her
She wrote her number on the back of my hand
I called her up, I was all out of breath
I said “Come hear me play in my rock and roll band”
I took a shower and I put on my best blue jeans
I picked her up in my new VW van
She wore a peasant blouse with nothing underneath
I said “Hi”, she said “Yeah, I guess I am…”
Shall I stop?
Rico - what was that? musta come out one of those weeks I was comatose
Yummy, yummy, yummy
I got love in my tummy
and I feel like lovin’ you…
Do NOT make us call out the FEARLESS MEN WHO JUMP AND DIE…
whoooa hooo hooo its maaagic
you knoooooow
never believe its not so
its magic - you knooow
never believe its not so
love the sunny days
dream of far away
dreaming on my pillow in the moooorning
lazy day in bed
music in my head
crazy music playing in the morning- liight.
Humph:p
Damn, happyheathen, that’s the one I was saving as my heavy artillery!!
Ah well, if I must, I must:
Oh Mandy, you came and you gave without takin’
but I sent you away oh Mandy…
And:
In the event of something happening to me
there is something I would like you all to see
it’s just a photograph of someone that I knew…
JRD - Don’t threaten ME with that puny crap!
If a man ever needed dyin’, he did
no one had the right to say what he said
about you
and it’s so cold and lonely here without you.
Outside, the law’s a comin’
I’m gettin’ so tired of runnin’
Indiana wants me!
Lord, I can’t go back there…
top that ‘silver wings on their chests’!
Fenris -
nice treatment of bubblegum, but you missed a couple ::evil smiley here::
Sure, all those songs are cute. Welcome to my personal hell:
"Who can take a sunrise.
Sprinkle it with dew.
Cover it with chocolate and a miracle or two.
The candy man.
Oh the candy man can.
The candy man can, cause he mixes it with love to make the world taste good.
Who can take a rainbow.
Wrap it in a a sigh.
Soak it in the sun.
And make a groovy lemon pie.
The candy man
The candy man
The candy man can cause he mixes it with love to make the world taste good."
I’m gonna kill your mother
Your father too
then I’m coming back to waste you.
You’re whole family’s gonna die
I’m gonna send 'em up to the spirit in the sky
b.
[sub] bet you sing it that way all day tomorrow![/sub]
That was a JOKE by the way. Don’t want anyone accusing me of anything other than being out of my mind.
b.
Hi! Couldn’t pass up the thread… Ahem…
In the year 2525,
If man is still alive,
If woman can survive,
They may find-
In the year 3535
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth,
Tell no lies.
Everything you think, do, and say
Is in the pill you took today.
In the year 4545
Ain’t gonna need your teeth,
Won’t need your eyes.
You won’t find a thing to chew,
Nobody’s gonna look at you.
(ect, ad nauseum…)
*
Thank You.
That is one of my favorite artists! Dean Friedman had exactly 2 hits - that was from his biggest hit “Ariel”, his other hit was “Woman of Mine”, the chorus went like this:
Oh, woman of mine
You picked a mighty fine time
To tell me that you’re on your way
Now that I’m out of my mind
Tell me how the hell
I’m going to make it through another day…
Baby there’s just no way…
Dean is one hell of a lyricist…and in my e-mail and IM conversations with him, one hell of a nice guy, as well.
And yes, I have a secret weapon I will pull out…and I always get the last word on music-related items! I was a DJ for 20 years, no one better challenge me LMAO.
Rico
OK: Heavy gun time.
The original song in the thread (“Life is a rock” had three things going for it. Vaguely clever lyrics (by comparison), decent singing (by comparison) and a tune that doesn’t instantly induce dry heaves.
This little nugget of walrus pus is from 1910 Fruitgum Company and is the distilled essence of pure EVIL. They mention a ton of bad songs reverently, including MacArthur Park!. That’s right: It’s a MacArthur Park TRIBUTE SONG. And the vocals. If it were sung by the Chipmunks on helium, it’d be an improvement. It’s bad.
It’s very, very bad.
Be afraid.
Pain, Doctors.
The ‘Song’ Song (sung to more-or-less the tune of “Simple Simon”. Mostly)
Well, meet me down at Lulu’s
We’ll do The Horse all night (??! Oral Equine Sex?! Yuk!)
And then we’ll play a game called
1-2-3 Red Light
Reach out in the darkness
Don’t meet me in the dark
We’ll have a stone-cold picnic
Down in MacArthur Park
Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo’d Doo
Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo’d Doo
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy she’ll be Doo-Daa-Day
Simon Says “You’re perfect in every way”
“Lala” means I love you and that’s only the start
May I take a giant step into your heart. (wouldn’t that kill her?)
Let’s go to the Jelly Jungle
And take a dip in Indian Lake
I’ve got a feeling that love is all around
But beware (lyrics mercifully garbled…something like “that I’m a fake” or “it in our faith”? Be sure of this. Whatever those four words are: they suck.)
Ev’rybody now
Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo’d Doo
Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo’d Doo
Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo’d Doo
Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Doo-Doo’d Doo
Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God, I’m A Country Boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I’m a country boy
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin’ up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I’m a country boy
I have not yet BEGUN to fight
Theres something about her hand holding mine-
its a feeling thats fine
and i’ve just gotta saaa-ay
shes really got a magical spell
and its working so well
that I cant get away
I’m a lucky fella and i just gotta tell her
that i’ll love her endlessly
Because love grows
where my rosemary goes
and nobody knows
loiiiike meeeeee
Eat my dust.
(a Reminder: looking then up is…cheating!)
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre,
Arm-in-arm we’ll walk a daybreak;
Again, I’ll touch
The green. green grass of home.
Yes, they’ll all come to see me
in the shade of that old oak tree,
as they lay me 'neath
The green. green grass of home.
and I haven’t even TOUCHED surfer music.
FENRIS - no fair using compilations - they subvert the True Meaning of this thread.
e.g. ‘we’ll have William Jennings Bryant stoking coal on #9’
this precludes anyone else form using this piece of dreck without establishing I know either it’s origin (Blue Water Line) or any more of the lyrics.
WITCH - listening to a recording you own is NOT 'looking it up" 