Verbose song lyrics

[QuercusMax]

@Polycarp

Here are seven more to keep things going:

a. A nautical person in our hometown was a raconteur of his life in the place of submersibles.

Yellow Submarine.

[QuercusMax]

@Duke

I almost had to make this one less verbose.

You give funds to a landlord for an abode directly above a merchant. You shorten your tonsorial style. You take employment.
You serially set fire to small amounts of tobacco and inhale the results. Using a long stick, you set ivories in motion atop the baize. You create the impression that you did not attend an institution of education.
However, these activities will not be enough to fool the wise and experienced.
For when you are in your nocturnal place of repose, observing insects of the genus Blattidae ascend from wainscotting to ceiling,
You have the opportunity to engage your male parental unit in telephony, and said unit can prevent everything which ails your person from occurring.
You cannot engage in a lifestyle familiar to those of a lower social standing.
You cannot engage in the activities similar to those in which persons a lower social standing engage.
You cannot engage unsuccessfully in activities in which persons of a lower social standing unsuccessfully engage.
You cannot experience a life breakdown, or traverse a club floor, or inbibe alcoholic beverages, or know others Biblically, simply on account of no other activities being available to you.

Pulp - Common People

[Polycarp]

@Gyrate

Yellow Submarine - Beatles
See You In September - The Happenings
White Rabbit - Jefferson AirplaneBattle Hymn of the Republic

@Spoons

“30,000 Pounds of Bananas,” by Harry Chapin.

As an aside, I’ve driven by (but not on) that hill before. I sure wouldn’t want to do it in a semi-rig, loaded or not!

@StusBlues

“Close to the Edge” - Yes

@Enginerd

Highwayman, by the Highwaymen (Cash, Kristofferson, Nelson and Jennings)

Gor ;em all between the four of you!

[Intergalactic_Gladiator]

@StusBlues

“Witchita Lineman” by Glenn Campbell

You got it.

[Intergalactic_Gladiator]

1. I do not wish to be interned within the confines of a burial site designated for companion animals.
   I do not wish to display the property or quality that distinguishes living organisms from dead organisms once more
   I do not wish to be interned within the confines of a burial site designated for companion animals.
   I do not wish to display the property or quality that distinguishes living organisms from dead organisms once more

2. Do you remember the one occasion in the past
   When I consumed you fully
   You were fully aware that I was not presenting you with disinformation
   That you cannot quietly acquiesce

3. There is lacrimation contained in my alcoholic drink brewed from fermented starches

[HeyHomie]

Um… I still don’t know the song in the OP. :smack:

[Scuba_Ben]

I am anticipating the arrival of a lady, on no particular schedule, from beyond yon geological prominence. (Which, admittedly, is of minor prominence, and depending on the definition of “yon,” may not qualify as an independent feature. But I digress.) At such time as the lady opts to grace us with her arrival, her conveyance will rely on muscle power from a sextet of equines in a color with 3-bit value 7 (which need not be exactly the hue of 24-bit value 0xFFFFFF, or even all the same shade). And as I said earlier, she is traveling on no particular schedule. When she does arrive, we shall dine that night on fresh poultry in a stew-like comfort food. The timing of slaughtering said fresh poultry will depend on her arrival, for she is traveling on no particular schedule.

[Intergalactic_Gladiator]

@Scuba_Ben

I am anticipating the arrival of a lady, on no particular schedule, from beyond yon geological prominence. (Which, admittedly, is of minor prominence, and depending on the definition of “yon,” may not qualify as an independent feature. But I digress.) At such time as the lady opts to grace us with her arrival, her conveyance will rely on muscle power from a sextet of equines in a color with 3-bit value 7 (which need not be exactly the hue of 24-bit value 0xFFFFFF, or even all the same shade). And as I said earlier, she is traveling on no particular schedule. When she does arrive, we shall dine that night on fresh poultry in a stew-like comfort food. The timing of slaughtering said fresh poultry will depend on her arrival, for she is traveling on no particular schedule.

She’ll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes.

[StusBlues]

@Scuba_Ben

I am anticipating the arrival of a lady, on no particular schedule, from beyond yon geological prominence. (Which, admittedly, is of minor prominence, and depending on the definition of “yon,” may not qualify as an independent feature. But I digress.) At such time as the lady opts to grace us with her arrival, her conveyance will rely on muscle power from a sextet of equines in a color with 3-bit value 7 (which need not be exactly the hue of 24-bit value 0xFFFFFF, or even all the same shade). And as I said earlier, she is traveling on no particular schedule. When she does arrive, we shall dine that night on fresh poultry in a stew-like comfort food. The timing of slaughtering said fresh poultry will depend on her arrival, for she is traveling on no particular schedule.

She’ll be comin’ around the mountain when she comes
She’ll be comin’ around the mountain when she comes
She’ll be comin’ around the mountain
She’ll be comin’ around the mountain
She’ll be comin’ around the mountain when she comes

She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes
She’ll be driving six white horses
She’ll be driving six white horses
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes

Oh, we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes
Oh, we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes
Oh, we’ll all have chicken and dumplings
Oh, we’ll all have chicken and dumplings
Oh, we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes

[StusBlues]

@Intergalactic_Gladiator

3. There is lacrimation contained in my alcoholic drink brewed from fermented starches

There’s a tear in my beer.

[Scuba_Ben]

So what happened to the adversary, who before and during this confrontation kept taunting us like a schoolboy, with all his “we’re bad!” and “yo’ MAMA!” cracks, claiming that the intentional, collateral, and incidental damage from these hostilities caught up in the WTF!-ness of specific engagements, would dispossess us from both place and property, oft by the destruction of both place and property?

You wanna know what happened? I’ll tell you what happened: WE CUT THEM! We cut them so bad that the resultant exsanguination cleansed each and every field of honor of all traces of their presence! How do you like THEM apples, you mofos?!

No rally point, no safe house, no fortified base could provide adequate shelter for the paid and conscripted enemy troops; no place could afford them sanctuary from running away from battle nor from being killed in it. {it=battle? it=running away? Don’t ask.}

And our colors, charged with ten and five mullets, still flies victoriously over this land where the citizens are sovereign and the government serves, and where individual courage is a virtue.

NOW WHO’S YOUR DADDY?

[Intergalactic_Gladiator]

@StusBlues

There’s a tear in my beer.

Yup.

[StusBlues]

@Scuba_Ben

So what happened to the adversary, who before and during this confrontation kept taunting us like a schoolboy, with all his “we’re bad!” and “yo’ MAMA!” cracks, claiming that the intentional, collateral, and incidental damage from these hostilities caught up in the WTF!-ness of specific engagements, would dispossess us from both place and property, oft by the destruction of both place and property?

You wanna know what happened? I’ll tell you what happened: WE CUT THEM! We cut them so bad that the resultant exsanguination cleansed each and every field of honor of all traces of their presence! How do you like THEM apples, you mofos?!

No rally point, no safe house, no fortified base could provide adequate shelter for the paid and conscripted enemy troops; no place could afford them sanctuary from running away from battle nor from being killed in it. {it=battle? it=running away? Don’t ask.}

And our colors, charged with ten and five mullets, still flies victoriously over this land where the citizens are sovereign and the government serves, and where individual courage is a virtue.

NOW WHO’S YOUR DADDY?

This sounds like La Marseillaise, but I suspect I’m wrong.

[Scuba_Ben]

You’re wrong StusBlues. But you are close.

[StusBlues]

@Scuba_Ben

You’re wrong StusBlues. But you are close.

Ah, the third verse of The Star-Spangled Banner. Hadta dig, eh?

[Scuba_Ben]

@StusBlues

Ah, the third verse of The Star-Spangled Banner. Hadta dig, eh?

Yep. I couldn’t figure out how to make the first or fourth stanzas appropriately verbose.

[Ludovic]

Let me break it down for you all:

Shift the focus of your organs of ocular perception toward the organs used for percieving photons of a specific wavelength band belonging to your interlocutor.

Look into my eyes

After you have accomplished this, you will be able to percieve which specific ontological entity is effected in said interlocutor.

You’ll see who I am

For when people wish to refer to the entity with whom you are speaking, they use a word derived, appropriately enough, from an ancient word used to denote an entity who customarily transports a device used for emanating such photons.

My name is Lucifer [i.e. bearer of light]

If the person to whom I am speaking shall grant my request, that person shall maneouvre their appendage commonly used in the great apes and their close relatives for finely manipulating objects so that it may touch that same appendage which can be found on their interlocutor.

Please take my hand.

N.I.B., Black Sabbath.

[fuzzypickles]

Let’s try an anti-verbose challenge:

(…bunch of random pop culture references…)
"It was like that when I got here, officer!"
(…bunch of random pop culture references…)
"It was like that when I got here, officer!"
(…bunch of random pop culture references…)
"It was like that when I got here, officer!"

[Polycarp]

Here are some additional ones, to attempt to revivify this thread:

a. Descending along the itinerary to the region where the nocturnal hours engage in camp behavior while the nearest stellar body illumines the acfme of the Blue Mountain, I journeyd on a square-rigger, halting when I arrived at a traditional neighborhood of Queens Borough.

For it grieves me to announe that I must depart hence, with a low probability of return prior to the passage of a large number of diurnal units. I suffer cardiac depression while my head engages in behavior similar to that of Linda Blair’s possessed character, because I was required to part with a jeune fille in the urbanization which hosts the Royal Canadian Military College.

b. Your ballot for George A. O’Brien is encouraged in order to better regulate the title common carrier, toward the end that the Duke of Cornwall’s namesake may complete his round trip.

c. Let’s go, children of the Fatherland! The day of glory has arrived! Against us, the tyranny has elevated the bloodied banner. Do you hear, in the countryside, the howling of those ferocious soldiers? They are coming right into your arms, to slit the throats of your sons and compatriots!

d. It is a requirement that you commit to long-term memory that osculations and suspirations remain simply what they in fact are, that the essential elements continue to be relevant despite the passage of time.

e. The blattellid wishes to end her journey owing to having exhausted her stash of smokable cannabis.

f. In the wee small hours of the morning, after we had retired for the night, the elderly female relative of a famous Harvard researcher into psychedelics left a portable lighting device in an outbuilding behind her. After that person’s domestic animal, which was lactating at the time, upended that device, she confided that weather forecasts for the Quartier Vieux called for elevated temperatures through the nocturnal hours.

g, Rejoice! Rejoice! Our arrival portends the foretold fiftieth anniversary celebration, rejoice! rejoice [in] the liberating banner! Therefore we harmonized in the refrain while journeying afoot, in step, along the route of Interstate Highway 16, through the relevant countryside.

[Gyrate]

@Polycarp

c. Let’s go, children of the Fatherland! The day of glory has arrived! Against us, the tyranny has elevated the bloodied banner. Do you hear, in the countryside, the howling of those ferocious soldiers? They are coming right into your arms, to slit the throats of your sons and compatriots!

La Marseillaise

d. It is a requirement that you commit to long-term memory that osculations and suspirations remain simply what they in fact are, that the essential elements continue to be relevant despite the passage of time.

As Time Goes By

f. In the wee small hours of the morning, after we had retired for the night, the elderly female relative of a famous Harvard researcher into psychedelics left a portable lighting device in an outbuilding behind her. After that person’s domestic animal, which was lactating at the time, upended that device, she confided that weather forecasts for the Quartier Vieux called for elevated temperatures through the nocturnal hours.

There’ll be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight.