Apologies, Chef. Think of you fits the meter.
Of course, now that I know the whole damn song, I must head to the beach and make that dive…
If it jams, force it; if it breaks, it needed replacing anyway.
And to think that I actually used to like you guys.
"IIIIII’ll tell ya what I want, what I really really want!
So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want!"
“I’ll tell ya what I want, what I really really want!”
“So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want!”
“She’s my cherry pie
cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
taste so good make a grown man cry
Sweet…cherry…pieeeeeeeeee”
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Hey! I like the Bangles!
Walk like an egyptian…
Now here’s a song that always gets me singing “go away!”, especially since I liked it in my younger days:
Ooo my little pretty one, pretty one
when you gonna give me some time Sharona
Will you make my motor run, motor run,
honey coming off of the line Sharona
chorus:
Never gonna stop give it up such a dirty mind
Always get it up from the touch of the younger kind
My My My Sharona (4x)
Come a little closer huh be a hon
Close enough to look in my eyes Sharona
Keep a little mystery get to me
Running down the length of my thigh Sharona
(chorus)
When you gonna give to me give to me
Is it just a mater of time Sharona
Here’s a trip to destiny to destiny
Or is it just a game in my mind Sharona
(chorus)
Well, ya think you’re bad with your rap,
I’ll tell ya pilgrim, I started this crap.
While you were in bed wetting your sheets,
I was at the Ponderosa rappin’ to the beat.
DA HUH, DU HUH…DU HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH
DA HUH, DU HUH…DU HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH
DA HUH, DU HUH…DU HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH
Flame helmet on!
"Ice ice baby
Vanilla ice ice baby…"
“Rico…Suave”
Anybody remember that Poison song Talk Dirty To Me? Bet ya do now. Heh.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Burt Bacharach Fest!
<i>Tom Jones:</i>
What’s new, pussycat?
Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh
What’s new, pussycat?
Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh ohhh
<i>Glen Campbell:</i>
Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin’ seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling…
<i>Dionne Warwick:</i>
Do you know the way to San Jose?
I’ve been away so long. I may go wrong and lose my way.
Do you know the way to San Jose?
I’m going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose.
<i>The Carpenters:</i>
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Wahhhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhh, close to you…
and another Carpenter fave (don’t know who wrote it):
I’m on the top of the world, lookin’
Down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I’ve found
Ever since you’ve been around
Yor love’s putting me at the top of the world
<b>Sealeamon88</b> - Warrant, LOL! The others are good, too…
You people are pure evil.
“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
Ahhm…
"I’ve been alive forever,
and I wrote the very first song.
I put the words and the melodies together,
I am music,
and I write the songs.
I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special thing s.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs.
My home lies deep within you,
and I’ve got my own place in your sole.
Now, when I look out through your eyes,
I’m you’g again, even though I’m very old.
I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special things.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs.
Oh my music makes you dance
and gives your spiri t to take a chance,
and I wrote some rock ‘n’ roll so you can move.
Music fills your heart,
well, that’s a real fine place to start.
It’s from me it’s for you,
it’s from you, it’s from me,
it’s a world wide symphony.
I write the song s that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special things.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs. "
I had to go to a Barry Manilow website to get these lyrics…SHUDDER. I may never recover.
I am music
Keith
You want brilliance BEFORE I’ve had my coffee!!!
Ack! Thanks for the memories I’d thought I’d supressed. Not.
Just for that…
“Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen. Thank you for all the joy and pain.
Picture shows, second balcony, was the place we’d meet, second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet.”
Shared pain is lessened; shared joy is increased.
You’re unbelievable.
That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
You don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
When the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands.
My first post since the board came back up and it had to be this.
Okay… I really like this song so when it get’s stuck I don’t mind so much… only problem is… IT ALWAYS STICKS…
"The love we shared…
seems to go no where…
and I’ve lost my mind…
I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night…
Once I ran to you…
Now I run from you…
This tainted love your giving…
I give you all a boy could give you…
Take my tears and that’s not really aaaallll… Tainted love…"
Replay the words in your mind and SUFFER!!!
Muhahahahaha…
The Sleeper has AWAKEN!
Baby when I met you there was peace unknown
I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb :roll eyes:
I was soft inside
There was something going on
You do something to me that I can’t explain
Hold me closer and I feel no pain
Every beat of my heart
We got something going on
Tender love is blind
It requires a dedication
All this love we feel needs no conversation
We can ride it together , ah ha
Making love with each other, ah ha
Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in between
How can we be wrong
Sail away with me
To another world
And we rely on each other, ah ha
From one lover to another, ah ha
::shudder::
Ohmygod, ohmygod… I’m new and you’ll certainly hate me now, just couldn’t resist sharing this torture, hoping it will lessen my pain.
City traffic’s movin’ way too slow
Drop the pedal and go
Go
Go
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our back
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac
Heartbeat…it’s a LOVEbeat…
And how about the songs that you can’t get out of your head even though you have no idea what the words are?
99 Luftballoons…
Ai de da dum, oh oh oh!
Der Kommisar ga-dum, oh oh oh!
…but when you get blue, and you’ve lost all your dreams, there’s nothing like a campfire and a can of beans!
And how about the songs that you can’t get out of your head even though you have no idea what the words are?
99 Luftballoons…
Ai de da dum, oh oh oh!
Der Kommisar ga-dum, oh oh oh!
…but when you get blue, and you’ve lost all your dreams, there’s nothing like a campfire and a can of beans!
And how about the songs that you can’t get out of your head even though you have no idea what the words are?
99 Luftballoons…
Ai de da dum, oh oh oh!
Der Kommisar ga-dum, oh oh oh!
…but when you get blue, and you’ve lost all your dreams, there’s nothing like a campfire and a can of beans!
And how about the songs that you can’t get out of your head even though you have no idea what the words are?
99 Luftballoons…
Ai de da dum, oh oh oh!
Der Kommisar ga-dum, oh oh oh!
…but when you get blue, and you’ve lost all your dreams, there’s nothing like a campfire and a can of beans!
And how about those posts that just go on and on and on…
Hope I’ve at least infected your brains.
I’ll go quietly now.
…but when you get blue, and you’ve lost all your dreams, there’s nothing like a campfire and a can of beans!