They land at six o’clock and there we are, the dutiful, eating from TV trays, tuned into Happy Days.
Let’s have a nice heaping helping of crap!
Who is nibblin’ on bacon, chewin’ on cheese?
Once I was swimming across Turtle Creek, with those snappers all around my feet. Why was it so hard swimming across that thing?
In the quiet of the night is when the snake is in the crawling…then what happens?
Where did you move like Harlow and what did you show them?
What would make a happy glow for all the world to see?
For what was I born too late?
Who was sent from Down Below?
What kind of hat did Stagger Lee have? (in the Lloyd Price verson)
Where can you do the stomp and do the stroll?
What can never wash away my misery?
You can keep a-knockin’, but what can’t you do?
When did I know the bride?
It ain’t the meat, so what is it?
What’s the Sixty-Minute Man’s name?
Reds, Vitamin C, and Cocaine!
(didn’t see an answer to this one)
You were born too late for me to care?
A brand new Stetson hat
At the hop
You can’t come in
It’s the motion
Dan
Dizz Knee Land?
But I thought you flipped off President George
I didn’t, the driver was the “audience”.
Harpoon.
Really? In that scenario (it ain’t worth a try) ,I thought he’d jump on the big bird and fly.
The object was a harmonica, but the singer calls it a harpoon.
Hmmm—
Windshield wipers slappin’ time
I was holding Bobbie’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
I always figured the driver was singing too, but maybe he was just making requests.
Soul of a woman was created below
(Is that what you were going for?)
Because you had both hands holding your Ding-A-Ling (A-Ling)
Your Heartlight
(I actually knew that one off of the top of my head!)
Where was the Werewolf (whose hair was perfect) drinking a Pina Colada?
What does she call her pretty, pretty boys?
Where did I meet a gin-soaked barrooom queen?
How far is it from Ushant to Scilly?
After we study revival, who are we going to stand up for?
What happens if thou ne’er gavest nae meat or drink?
Why was I scared I might fall at the party? (It’s the same reason the ladies turned their heads in the subway.)
Trader Vics
Friends?
Tis 35 leagues.
Why did no one notice that the President’s head was missing?
I really, really oughta know this, but it escapes me. I want to say Trader Jacks! Na…
Friends.
Memphis.
What appears on the shore, waiting to take me away?
ETA: Vic’s! :smack:
Newspaper taxis!
daere, you are correct!
Yes.
Here’s an obscure one: What accompanies the unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains?
How old was I when I went down to the fair in town on Independence Day?
Whose worn-out tape, along with lonely women and bad booze, are the only friends I have left at all?
You were eight years old that summer.
We’re going to Stand up for the Lookout
It’s growin’ strong – but where did it begin?
What ain’t there no second chance against?
Why were you first afraid, even petrified?
Nope, that’s not it. Someone specific who was sent from Down Below.