"Raindrops keep falling on my Head.
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
Crying’s not for me
I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because i’m free-ee-eee.
Nothing worrying me.
So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job…"
Thankfully, that’s all I can remember…
A rose by any other name would still have thorns -
We were driving through the Mojave desert once and our kids were listening to a Raffi tape for the millionth time. My husband calmly pushed eject, took out the tape, rolled down the window and hurled it out into the desert.
The crying sounded good compared to “Joshua Giraffe.”
When I was a little bitty boy,
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy:
Silver bells hanging on a shtring,
She told me it was my Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling!
Aaaaaand Iiiiiii-heeeeee-yiiiiiiiiii… will always love yououououououou-woo-hoo-waa- Hiiiiiiiiiiii-heeeeee-yiiii… will always love yououououououou-woo-hoo-waa- Hiiiiiiiiiiii-heeeeee-yiiii… will always love yououououououou-woo-hoo-waa- Hiiiiiiiiiiii-heeeeee-yiiii… will always love yououououououou-woo-hoo-waa- Hiiiiiiiiiiii-heeeeee-yiiii… will always love youououououououuouou…
Et cetera, ad infinitum. The Whitney version of course, 'cause Dolly’s verions is kinda cool, in a way. Whitney’s scks dnky cck though
All by myself
Don’t wanna live all by myself anymore…
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!
Anybody that sings this kind of crap deserves to be alone!
“I thought: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over cash. Got to be better than the cut-throat world of yoghurt, I thought.” - Seldom Bucket
Get your Nielsen earplugs out people…
I can’t LIIIIIIVVVVVEEEEE
if living is without yooouuu
I cant LLLIIIIIVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEE
I cannt LLIIVVVEE any-MOOOOORRRRREEEEEE
J
Because Fido ate the Hand Grenade for me,
When the Tans came round to search the house at tea,
I said, “Take this, dog, and eat”,
He thought it was a can of meat,
It was the hand grenade that Fido ate for me.
“Making love is working up our appetite
Looking forward to a little
Afternoon Delight
Rubbing sticks and stones together
Makes the sparks ignite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon delight…”
My God, look what you’ve done to me! Last night I couldn’t even remember the NAME of that song, now I’ve reconstructed the entire chorus!
Aieeeeeeeeeeee!
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
If it jams, force it; if it breaks, it needed replacing anyway.
AGH! SOMEONE HAND ME A ROCK SO I CAN BASH “AFTERNOON DELIGHT” OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
(btw, I think the first line is “thinking of you’s working up an appetite,” not “making love is working up an appetite.”
And now, my evil contribution: “Muskrat Love.”
Muskrat, muskrat candlelight
Doin’ the town and doin’ it right
In the evenin’, it’s pretty pleasin’
Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in the muskrat land
And they shimmy and Sammy’s so skinny
{Refrain}
And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin’ and jinglin’ the jango
Floatin’ like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat luuuuuuuuvvv…
OK Chef, that’s it. Since the boundaries of good taste have been crossed now, allow me to add my second contribution:
*Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I’ll never be along
And you, my friend, will see
You’ve got a friend in me
Ben, you’re always running here and there
You feel you’re not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind
And don’t like what you find
There’s one thing you should know
You got a place to go
I used to say “I” and “Me”
Now it’s "Us:, Now it’s “We”
Ben, most people would turn you away
I don’t listen to a word they say
They don’t see you as I do
I wish they would try to
I’m sure they’d think again
If they had a friend like Ben…*
So there. Excuse me for a minute, I think I am going to toss my lunch now.
Trust me, Chef, it’s ‘Making Love’. ‘Thinking of you, etc’ just doesn’t fit the meter pattern.
As for ‘Muskrat Love’, (stepping into the wayback machine) I worked with a woman named Susie long ago who was engaged to a guy named Sam. Right about the time that song came out, there were a number of other songs dealing with couples named Sue and Sam. She was collecting them to play at her wedding!
By the time this day is through, I’ll have at least one other Sue and Sam song, and I’m sure it’ll be as annoying as any in this thread.
That is, if I don’t dive headfirst off a jetty into the pounding surf, first.
If it jams, force it; if it breaks, it needed replacing anyway.
Okay, buddy, you asked for it.
“Afternoon Delight,” by the Starland Vocal Band
Gonna find my baby
Gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some Afternoon Delight
My motto’s always been when it’s right it’s right
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night
When everything’s a little clearer in the light of day
And we know the night is always gonna be here anyway
Think of you is working up an appetite
Looking forward to a little Afternoon Delight
Rubbing sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite
And the thought of rubbing you is getting so exciting
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon Delight
Afternoon Delight
Afternoon Delight
Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always thought a fish could not be caught who didn’t bite
But you got some bait a’waitin and I think I might
Like nibbling a little Afternoon Delight
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon Delight
Afternoon Delight
Afternoon Delight
Be waiting for me baby when I come around
We can make a lot of luvin’ fore the sun go down
Think of you is working up an appetite
Looking forward to a little Afternoon Delight
Rubbing sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite
And the thought of rubbing you is getting so exciting
Skyrockets in flight
Afternoon Delight
Afternoon Delight
Afternoon Delight
Afternoon Delight Afternoon Delight
There’s even a MIDI of it here: www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Marina/7685/Afternoon_Delight.html