** Jesus Christ Jesus Christ
Who are you? What have you sacrificed?
Jesus Christ Superstar
Do you think you’re who they say you are?**
Read The Book
** Jesus Christ Jesus Christ
Who are you? What have you sacrificed?
Jesus Christ Superstar
Do you think you’re who they say you are?**
Read The Book
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Pretty much anything you want to? Actually, this is answered in the song. Which also eliminates such queries as “Where have you been, Billy Boy?” and “Do you have any wool?”
One, two, three, what are we fighting four?
There is no stopping in the red zone. The red zone has always been for loading and unloading only.
Do you believe in Magic?
Yes, didn’t he play for the Lakers back in the day?
Did you ever see such a sight in your life as three blind mice?
Testing mascara on innocent rodents is a tragic commentary on modern “civilization.” I try not to look.
Did you ever see a Lassie go this way and that?
Being a child of the sixties, I routinely watched Timmy and Lassie go every which way but loose.
In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby, dontcha know that I love you?
Of course I know that. What bothers me is all this gibberish. Have you seen a neurologist?
How do you mend a broken heart?
Got Super Glue?
How can a loser ever win?
By thinking up snappy answers to inadequately addressed musical questions.
[I know I did the next one last night, but I thought of a better answer:]
How can I be sure?
Seven condoms at once should do it.
Brother, why are you here?
Families are supposed to get together on Thanksgiving, you twit! Gimme a drumstick.
Why do we never get an answer, when we’re knocking at the door?
Well, maybe no one’s home.
Do You wanna dance, and hold my hand?
At the same time?
Tell me what’d I say?
If you’re that wasted, you wouldn’t remember if I told you.
Isn’t life strange?
Well, yes.
What do you get when you fall in love?
Ask the doctor.
Where did our love go?
you have to ask?
See post #26.
That depends. Is the universe finite or infinite? Is space positively or negatively curved? Straight?
Did you ever have to make up your mind? Say yes to one and leave the other behind?
Why…no, not really. I have never been tempted to throw off my girl for her younger sister. Perv. Stick to “Summer in the City”, will ya?
So you found your solution, what will be your last contribution?
I’ll go crazy yeah.
Well I did express concern that I might be repeating…
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bed post overnight?
Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what’s on the other side?
Have you been half-asleep and have you heard voices?
Whatever happened to my Transylvanian Twist?
OK, that one’s actually been pretty well answered already.
You say you want a revolution…
thanks, but…
Am I blue?
Take a Breath!
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
What have they done to my song?
Stop bickering, you two.
Skylark, have you anything to say to me?
Now I’m talking to birds.
Oh, Lord, won’t ya buy me a Mercedes Benz?
Just hide and wait.
Do you feel like I do?
I don’t think so, but maybe.
Why, I’d stand up and walk out on you, of course.
C’mon–it had to be said!
Who put the benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy’s Ovaltine?
War: (huh! yeah!) what is it good for?
Well, if you’re talking about the war of Spanish Succession, as I assume you are, it’s good for ensuring that France does not upset the delicate balance of power in Europe. It was also good for getting some publicity for the city of Utrecht, where the peace treaties were signed that ended the war. Utrecht is, of course, the largest city in the Dutch provence of the same name, and home to Utrecht University, the largest University of the Netherlands. The University of Utrecht is, as everyone knows, the alma mater of Lavoslav Ruzicka, the winner of the 1939 Nobel prize in chemistry for his work in synthesizing the sex hormones androsterone and testosterone.
That’s what war is good for.
Do you hear what I hear?
No, you’re delirious. Go lie down.
Here’s an obscure one…
Where’s the milk? Where’s the stupid milk?
**How Soon is Now?
When will I (will I) be famous?**
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older?
From the seminal Scottish comedy programme, “Chewin the Fat”:
Did you ever see yer granny makin watter,
Doon by the auld mill stream?
She peed for an 'oor an a quaarter,
An ye couldnae see her erse fur steam
Speak for yourself.
So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell?
Yes, I think so…
Blue skies from pain?
I’m 99% sure on this one.
**Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?]/b]
Yeah…what are you trying to get at here?
A smile from a veil?
Yes. What’s your point?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Yes. yes, and yes. C’mon Roger… what are you getting at here? What’s with the third degree?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Global warming. Not real thrilled, but what’re you gonna do?
**Cold comfort for change?]/b]
How much change? is it all in pennies or silver dollars?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a leading role in a cage?
OK, seriously. You’re losing me here.
Is this the Chattanooga Choo-Choo?
Yes, but you’re about 40 years too late if you were expecting passenger rail service from here.