Talk to you. (Pink Floyd, “The Hero’s Return”)
Billion Dollar Babies. Da-da-dat-da-daaa!
it’ my own damned fault
You know you’ll never be more than what?
Who’s “taking pictures with the ultraviolet light?”
Who hailed from St. Angel?
How much money was in the watchman’s pocket?
What was the storyteller’s price?
Four bucks in change, but the real score was his ring.
Four bucks in change, but the real score was his ring.
Who were the gents and gamblers in the hacks and buggies mourning?
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Here’s a bunch, since everybody seems stuck on the current ones which I don’t know either, (and since I will not google and feel subsequent shame):
You see me on the street, you always act surprised. What do you say to me that you don’t mean, and in what state would you rather see me?
Mother doesn’t go out anymore. She just sits at home and does what?
After all, there’s only just the two of us, and here we are, still fighting for our what?
I’ve got a bike, you could ride it if you’d like, it’s got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good. I’d give it to you if I could…but what?
She is changing her name from Kitty to what?
To which animals would you throw me “because there’s order in the pack?”
Take him out to look at the queen, only place that he’s ever been…and what will he shout out?
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say what?
And in the end you pack up, fly down south, hide your head in the sand. Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of what disease?
When everything’s made to be broken, what do I just want you to know?
Here’s you one chance, Fancy, don’t do what?
I just want you to know who I am
The S.I.S., if it’s the Rolling Stones’ “Fingerprint File.”
I keep hitting submit too early. :smack:
New one:
Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas. What does he know?
Paralyzed (Dylan)
I borrowed it (Pink Floyd)
Something obscene (Beatles)
Grace (Barry McGuire)
Cancer (Floyd again)
Oops, I missed the first half of the question: “How are you, good luck.”
something obscene - mean Mr. Mustard!
grace - and tell me you don’t believe, we’re on the eve of destruction
Little Willie won’t go where?
Biffy scores a Generation Landslide in one shot. Nicely played. 
Just exactly what the facts is.
We were “hard up for cash,” so we “stayed up all night, selling cocaine and hash.”
Who are we?
Ack. Missed the newest question.
Little Willie just won’t go home.
He knows what the facts is. (Mr. Miller needs to re-take grammar!)
All your life, you were only waiting for what?
for this moment to arrive…
her kisses were sweeter than what?
This moment to arise. Blackbird, The Beatles
Where did I get my sequin suit?
Skeezix wrote
Tweeter and the Monkey Man. To an under cover cop who had a sister named Jan. For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man. Dylan w/ the brothers Wilbury
Half right. It’s “the inevitable pinhole burns, all down the front of your favourite satin shirt”.