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Where have all the flowers gone?
Well this one is obvious- Young girls have picked them, every one.
And no, I DON’T know when they will ever learn !
** criminalcatalog** has suggested that many of these questions are indeed answerable, and I have to agree.
Why didn’t that guy in the desert just name the damn horse already?
He was too busy looking at plants and birds and rocks and things,
Who wrote the book of love?
A brief Google and an Amazon.com search indicate that “The Book of Love” has not yet been written.
Teen Angel, can you hear me?
No, she’s dead.
** Can you hear me Major Tom?**
No, he’s dead.
Who put the bomp in the bomp-da-bomp-da-bomp?
Jerry Lee Lewis.
Does your chewing gum lose it’s flavor on the bedpost overnight?
Yes.
Do you know the way to San Jose?
…is there life on Mars?
This is still being investigated.
Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?
It’s real life. Deal with it.
When the truth is found to be lies,
And all the joy within you dies,
Don’t you want Somebody To Love?
Yes.
What makes the world go around?
http://image.gsfc.nasa.gov/poetry/ask/q1758.html
What is love?
Dopers on love.
Anyone else got answers?
Can you see, by the dawn’s early light, what so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Does that star-spangled banner yet wave o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Do you know the way to San Jose?
How many cabs in New York City?
How many angels on a pin?
How many notes in a saxophone?
How many tears in a bottle of gin?
The worst part of this is that I’ll now get a serious case of the giggles every time I sing this.
[sub]Bring me my bowl of Carling Cold, bring me my annals of design…[/sub]
Ruby Red-Dress?
Do you you throw out you gold teeth? Do you see how they roll?
that’s YOUR gold teeth.
Why do fools fall in holes?
Have you seen her?
Thank you jr8, I was starting to think no one would notice.
Q: Have you seen the little piggies, in their starched white shirts?
A: No, but I have seen them churning up the dirt.
Q: Do you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain?
A: head explodes
Q: Sylvia, how do you call your loverboy?
A: Come here, loverboy…
Q: Where do you go, my lovely?
A: Where you can’t find me. Stalker creep.
Q: Are you gonna’ go my way?
A: Depends. What do you drive?
Do you believe in life after love?
You never even call me, I wonder why you don’t call me, why don’t you ever call me by my name?
The person asking this question is dating the guy who’s riding his horse in the desert. The guy may be showing early signs of Alzheimer’s. It’s also possible that this is a gimmick song, and it’s the horse asking the question.
Where the party at?
Biggirl’s house.
Where’s your head at?
Last time I saw it, it was in the mirror.
Hello, is it me you’re looking for?
No, I’m looking for my head.
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Why, do you think it might be there?
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where we used to talk?
Sex.
What do I have to do to prove my love to you?
This answer to this can be found in the song Tuff Enuff
I would be glad if someone could inform me if this is what you wanted; to live in a house that is haunted by the ghosts of you and me?
They certainly don’t sound like very comfortable living quarters to me.
Why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me, when you know, why do you come?
If you had one shot, one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted, would you capture it or just let it slip?
Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?
Tell me where is the love in what your prophet has said?
**How many notes on a saxophone - ** 51, 52 if using a bari sax with a low “A” key
Does anyone really know what time it is?
Are you ready, ready for the race, are you ready? <vroom vroom vroom> (this is a song from DDR…)
Are you gonna stay with the one who loves you?
Or are you going back to the one you love?
What are you crazy, how in the hell can you say what you just said?
How many more years am I gonna have to let you dog me around?
Around here, just tune to channel 6 (PBS) around 9 AM.
Or, for that matter…
Why don’t you come on back to the war?
Who by fire? Who by water? Who in the sunshine? Who in the nighttime? Who by high ordeal? Who by common trial? Who in your merry, merry month of May? Who by very slow decay? And who shall I say is calling?
Why don’t you try to do without him? Why don’t you try to live alone?
Ol’ Laughin’ Lenny has lots of questions.