I think that was the point. So whoosh.
Love it when this happens. I imagine I’m hearing “whoooooooooooooosh”
Not really a song but I doubt there was a man from Nantucket who had a body part so long he could suck it…
The stories about him are greatly exaggerated!
Regardless, the only way you can go to sleep in America and wake up a millionaire is if (a) you win the lottery or (c) a rich relative croaks and you’re his or her sole heir.
Ron Jeremy was rumored to be able to do so.
I am NOT going to search for pictures.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket
His young wife named Nan
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
Sounds believable.
Used as a joke in Least I Could Do:
Hey, Billy Joel, there are still factories in Allentown, so they weren’t “closing ALL the factories down”.
On the other hand, “psycho Belgians in the Congo”? Spot on!
I don’t believe anyone can turn the gray sky blue,
make it rain whenever they want it to,
build a castle from a single grain of sand,
or make a ship sail on dry land
But I can totally believe they can’t get next to you
I was told that The Man With The Golden Gun is an assassin that’s second to none, and then I saw him come in second against James Bond in an ‘assassin’ contest.
“No hit man can match him,” they said. “Bang,” replied Bond. “If you want to get rid of someone, The Man With The Golden Gun Will Get It Done,” they said.
I don’t believe that Billie Holiday settled revolutions in Spain, but it is possible that Basie invited her to tea.
She did do a screentest to play God.
I don’t believe a headless Thompson gunner could aim well enough to blow Van Owen to Johannesburg.
You don’t need to aim a Tommy gun. Just spray and pray.
But, something did make Crystal Gayle’s brown eyes blue.
I believe he hit you.
I cannot believe it felt like a kiss.
The Rolling Stones’ ”Sympathy for the Devil” offers a clear case of non-factual songwriting, instead relying on the simplistic appeal of a metaphysical conceit who takes great (and big-lipped) relish in bafflement while insinuating pivotal involvement in a litany of historical evils over centuries. Such claims, of course, have no cred whatsoever.
Donuts.
It’s fairly well known that Johnny Cash never shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
Nor could he have fallen into a burning ring of fire and lived to sing about it.