“I loove you. I honestly loooove yoouuuuuuu.” sniffsniff
Now how do I get these songs back out of my head?!?!?!? running screaming from room, clutching her pounding head
Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Life is teaching you some painful lessons. But it is from adversity that strength is born. You may have lost the inning, but I know you’ll win the game.
NickyLarson and Catrandom: Someone else is typing this for me, because my eyes burst right out of my head when I read the lyrics you two posted. There is a special circle in Hell waiting for you. They have speakers. They only play three songs–Honey, Seasons in the Sun, and this delightful ditty…
“Someone left a cake out
In the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe
Agaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnn…”
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
Am I the only one that likes “Doo Wah Diddy” and “Under the Boardwalk”?
OK, back on track …
I was going to put a Michael Bolton song down, but that would be just because his contrived emotional wailing is abrasive. That doesn’t really fit the category.
The songs should have a sickeningly catchy quality about them that can cause fits of homicidal rage …
Shake your love
I just can’t shake your love
Shake your love
I just can’t shake -
Your Love
Hated to have to pull out the Debbie Gibson this early, but …
“You should tell the truth, expose the lies and live in the moment.” - Bill Hicks
“Ooh I’ve been to Georgia and California
And anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man
And we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I’ve been to paradise
But I’ve never been to me”
You’ve got me running, going out of my mind
You’ve got me thinking that I’m wasting my time
Don’t bring me down
No no no no no. A-woo hoo!
I’ll tell you once more before I get off the floor
Don’t bring me down
Don’t bring me down. BRUCE!
Don’t bring me dow-ow-own. BRUCE!
Don’t bring me down! BRUCE!
Don’t bring me dow-ow-ow-own!
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
All the old paintings on the tombs they do the same dance, don’t you know?
If you move too quick
Oh-way-oh
They fallin’ down like a domino. . .
– Sylence
…and I know that my heart will go on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on…
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance
forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose!
Those were the days… oh yes
those were the days.
Can’t remember the lyrics to “Afternoon Delight” … but you know what I mean?