Man, I don't know any of these.
How about an easy one...
Like a dagger
You stick me in the heart
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep
Would you shelter me
In your warm and darkened grave
and
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me, aha
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate oneI'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye...and it turned into a Ballroom Blitz!
remember Tia Carrare's version? remember Tia? Whoa! Where did she end up? Gonna have to wiki that. That first bit about the Business man isnt on the Sweet version...maybe Krokus?Are you ready, Steve? Aha.
Andy? Yeah!
Mick? OK.
Alright, fellas, let's go!
sorry got my 'and' in the wrong place... the following lines are from the first song
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone pantherSo let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the roadI'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collectorSo watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
This one was Hawkwind's Urban Guerilla... man am i really as old as that... i cant believe noone else got that.
Kendrik
What do you guys say about this. Who is it from?
I've got the Dungeon Master's Guide.
I've got a 12-sided die.
I've got Kitty Pryde
And Nightcrawler too
Waiting there for me.
Yes I do, I do.
Just a tip: was back in 1994 (when there was still music on Mtv)...
Man, I don't know any of these.
How about an easy one...
Like a dagger
You stick me in the heart
And taste the blood from my bladeAnd when we sleep
Would you shelter me
In your warm and darkened grave
Lita and the Ozzman! I saw a concert of hers on Mtv a million years ago and the crowd got all excited when that song started, but no Ozzy! Still a good show. Close My Eyes Forever, will it all remain the same.
PS my last one was Bon Scott and the boys singin "Dog Eat Dog"!
how about this one hit wonder:
You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you
The things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say...
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how about this one hit wonder:
You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave youThe things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say...
Unbelievable by EMF
Alright, how about this one...
I had a lovely brunch with Jesus Christ,
He said "Two words about innanity: Fundamental Christianity"
The food was very nice, but then He had to go and die for my sins
and stick my ass with the check.
Show me a hero
And I'll write you a tragedy
Go near an open window
and that'll be the end of me.
how about this one hit wonder:
You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave youThe things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say...
Unbelievable by EMF
Alright, how about this one...
I had a lovely brunch with Jesus Christ,
He said "Two words about innanity: Fundamental Christianity"
The food was very nice, but then He had to go and die for my sins
and stick my ass with the check.Show me a hero
And I'll write you a tragedy
Go near an open window
and that'll be the end of me.
anyone out there remember what EMF stood for according to their frontman?
Kendrik
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What good is a syllable?
I wish this disease was killable,
Nothing you say can change the way the hole remains unfillable,
The burden unshakeable, the breakable soul is up there without a net
That we haven't found yet.
We're looking for a cure, a pure state of mind, but who has the time?
Who has the time?
DAMN! Mr Shiny, you have got me again. I love these last lyrics. I hear 'em in Shatner-isms, though after reading them over n over.
And Gav, I have no idea.
my last one was british snotty punk/techno, so this one...
I got the answers to all of your questions
if you've got the money to pay me in gold
I will be living in old Monte Carlo
and you will be reading me secrets of soul
Daggers and contacts and bright shiny limos
I gotta watch that turns into a lifeboat
Glimmering nightgowns poisonous as cobras
Silencer under the heel of my shoe
The elegance of China they sent her to lie here on her back
But as she deeply moves me she'd rather shoot me in my tracks
And while a middle Asian lady she really came as no surprise
But I still did destroy her and I will smash...
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What good is a syllable?
I wish this disease was killable,
Nothing you say can change the way the hole remains unfillable,
The burden unshakeable, the breakable soul is up there without a net
That we haven't found yet.
We're looking for a cure, a pure state of mind, but who has the time?
Who has the time?
And while a middle Asian lady she really came as no surprise
But I still did destroy her and I will smash...[/i]
HALO OF FLIES! by Alice Cooper
total changeup. How about:
Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon
Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a
Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man
Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back
As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin
Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban
And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine
Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin
Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)
Rippin up this dance just like a radio
Observe the vibe and check out the...
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I had a lovely brunch with Jesus Christ,
He said "Two words about innanity: Fundamental Christianity"
The food was very nice, but then He had to go and die for my sins
and stick my ass with the check.Show me a hero
And I'll write you a tragedy
Go near an open window
and that'll be the end of me.
by
Good one! :)** spoiler omitted **
You on point, Cos? 1nce again 'mad.
Nah, my flow aint like buttah. Its all cut n paste from one of those lyric sites (though, I usually play the song while reading along and clear up some of the mistakes). I can rap along with like about a third of those lyrics.
so, if you like that...then you might like this:
Strike the right chord, and I rap, rap my skull cap
Electric, until I blow my top off
I wrap my lyrics right around the globe
I lay lobes and all
Bit by bit I make it fit
Cause I'm here to knit myself together
and whatever split for my format
and after that
I never stay the same
and treat the freak like a doormat
Jump around on it
I'm here to spray poetic confetti already
Open open open up your skull cap
and let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Let it drain
All the I'm-too-cool-to-have-a-good-time-
but-really-I'm-a-muted-trumpet type of talkaway
Hey-ey-ey
move to the front, take it off, take it off,
Catch the vibes
Cause it's...
Not remember that one? Lyrics are kinda crazy, but it was all about the director...one take by Michel Gondry (Science of Sleep/Eternal Sunshine/Be Kind Rewind) Amazing visuals!
How about:
I, man, am regal - a German am I
Never odd or even
If I had a hi-fi
Madam, I'm Adam
Too hot or to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Rise to vote, sir
Do geese see god?
"Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won't lovers revolt now?
Race fast, safe car
Pa's a sap
Ma is as selfish as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
No evil lived on
Lonely Tylenol
Not a banana baton
No "x" in "Nixon"
O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
"Naomi," I moan
"A Toyota's a Toyota"
A dog, a panic in a pagoda
Oh no! Don Ho!
Nurse, I spy gypsies - run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees I won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog
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I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people. Stand by thyself. Come not near to me, for I am holier than thou...
I'm so indie that my shirt don't fit, you wonder out loud
"Frontalot, yo why you come so ill-equipped?"
B-b-b-b-because bein' all prepared to get on the mic is sellin' out,
I'm not even about to relinquish indie clout.
I look confused, like I just got out of bed,
My rhyme style reflects this, use my overdeveloped sense of irony
To deflect dis-missiles exploding all around me, unpromoted
Haha! You found me! Safely situated in obscurity-land.
Famous in inverse proportion to how cool I ain't.
And should I ever go to triple-digit fans,
You can tell me then there's someone who I'm indier than
Indie I be, ain't an obscurer rapper out there who be indier than me.
Indie and how, come not near to me, for I be indier than thou.
Indie indeed, If I were on an indie label, you could call me mainstream.
Indie I am, yo all the better for Sir Frontalot to leverage his brand.
I am sought of them that asked not for me. I am found of them that sought me not. They are as smoke in my nose...
Delving deep into my letterbox, I discover fan mail for MC Front!
It kinda hovered before my vision, I made a decision
To open it up, it said "Yo, Frontalot, you suck!"
Huh. I was worried for a second that I'd started to earn love,
Seein' all my indie points burned up. Next you know
I'm meetin' pop stars in stretch cars,
Doin' the soundcheck to the Wendy's tie-in with Jar Jar,
Payin' rent! Ownin' things! Suing Kazaa with my best friend Sting!
It's like a nightmare! 'Cause that ain't nerdcore!
And yes, I'm indier than thou within my nerdcore flow,
If you're slow on the uptake, I'll lay it out,
Hipsterism is a religion to which you gotta be devout.
You must be seen as in between unpopular and hated,
Duressed or excommunicated.
Indie I be, ain't an obscurer rapper out there who be indier than me.
Indie and how, come not near to me, for I be indier than thou.
Indie indeed, If I were on an indie label, you could call me mainstream.
Indie I am, yo all the better for Sir Frontalot to leverage his brand.
Oh and sometimes in private, I really like to dress up as Shirley Temple and spank myself with a hockey stick (hockey stick)
My boss thinks I'm a jerk, didn't get that raise.
I haven't changed my underwear in twenty-seven days!
And when I'm kissing you I fantasize you're a midget
I'm so sorry Debbie! I mean Bridget!
Alright, Shiny's is definitely MC Frontalot...maybe "Indie I Be", judging from how that line is repeated a couple times?
and mwbeeler wolf has Weird Al telling about the stuff that slipped his mind the last two times of his "Confessions part III".
how about:
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the ...
Alright, Shiny's is definitely MC Frontalot...maybe "Indie I Be", judging from how that line is repeated a couple times?
and mwbeeler wolf has Weird Al telling about the stuff that slipped his mind the last two times of his "Confessions part III".
how about:
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the ...
Dark side of the moon.
but which song from that fine LP?
I am too Brain Damaged to remember.
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.
But I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,
Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,
Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,
Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want. (x15)
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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.
I don't know this one, but it sounds like something I'd like.
By the way, my last one was "Indier Than Thou" by MC Frontalot.
Director of Sales
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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.I don't know this one, but it sounds like something I'd like.
By the way, my last one was "Indier Than Thou" by MC Frontalot.
It's "I'm losing my Edge" (obviously) by LCD Soundsystem.
I just heard this the other morning on KEXP. Because KEXP rules.
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Director of Sales
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I got one. I guess that means I get to post one, right? I hope so because I'm going to. :)
Don't wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna work in a building downtown
I don't know what I'm gonna do
Cause the planes keep crashing always two by two
Don't wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna see it when the planes hit the groundDon't wanna work in a building downtown
Don't wanna work in a building downtown
Parkin' the cars in the underground
The voices when they scream, well they make no sound
Wanna see the cities rust
And the troublemakers ridin' on the back of the busDear God, I'm a good Christian man
I'm your boy, i know you understand
That you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid
The girl's thirteen, but she don't act her age
She can sing like a bird in cage
Oh Lord, if you could see her when she's up on that stageYou know that I'm a god-fearin' man
You know that I'm a god-fearin' man
I just gotta know if it's a part of your plan
To see my darling stand by your right hand
I know you will do what's right, Lord
For they are the lanterns and you are the light
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I got one. I guess that means I get to post one, right? I hope so because I'm going to. :)
Don't wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna work in a building downtown
I don't know what I'm gonna do
Cause the planes keep crashing always two by two
Don't wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna see it when the planes hit the ground
Arcade Fire, though I don't know the song name off the top of my head.
Here's a weird one that I enjoy:
We sail tonight for singapore,
Don't fall asleep while you're ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die
When you hear the children cry
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
While making feet for children shoes
Through the alley, back from hell,
When you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me
Wipe him down with gasoline
'til his arms are hard and mean
From now on boys this iron boat's your home
So heave away, boys
We sail tonight for singapore,
Take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door,
The whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam,
They all become italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth,
Get yourself a dollar's worth
Away boys, away boys, heave away
The captain is a one-armed dwarf,
He's throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind
The one-eyed man is king, so take this ring
We sail tonight for singapore,
We're all as mad as hatters here
I've fallen for a tawny moor,
Took off to the land of nod
Drank with all the chinamen,
Walked the sewers of paris
I drank along a colored wind,
I dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me
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They say I got a number.
The number's fifty thousand.
That's ten percent
Of five hundred thousand.
Oh, here we are in French Indo-China!Executive order.
Congressional decision.
The working masses
Are manipulated.
Was this our policy?
Ten long years!
Not one domino shall fall!
Isn't this "Vietnam" by The Minutemen? I thought it was Dead Kennedys for a while, but I'm settling on Minutemen.
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Isn't this "Vietnam" by The Minutemen? I thought it was Dead Kennedys for a while, but I'm settling on Minutemen.They say I got a number.
The number's fifty thousand.
That's ten percent
Of five hundred thousand.
Oh, here we are in French Indo-China!Executive order.
Congressional decision.
The working masses
Are manipulated.
Was this our policy?
Ten long years!
Not one domino shall fall!
You just got about 50,000 Awesome Points for that one.
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Huzzah! I could always use a few Awesome Points. I'm sure Drunken Nomad knows this one, but how about anyone else:
I got nasty habits, it's a fine line,
so many girls and so little time
When love rears its head, I wanna get on your case
Ooh baby, wanna put my log in your fireplace
Not their greatest hit, but certainly one of their best-known lyrics...
**raises hand** Mr Vattnisse! Pick me! Pick ME!
It's the once-great Gene Simmons screamin' "Burn B#~$~ Burn...whoo-hoo-ooo"
ok, how about:
This aint rocknroll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Brownings freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
Im sure youre not protected, for its plain to see...
Fact!
In the same book of Revelations, when the seven seals are broken open on the day of judgment and the seven angels blow their trumpets, when the third angel blows her trumpet, wormwood will fall from the sky and wormwood will poison a third part of the waters and a third part of all the land and many, many, many, many people will die.
And you know what the Russian translation of wormwood is? Chernobyl!
Fact!
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection
And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt
And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Has gotten wet
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflectionAnd I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirtAnd while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Has gotten wet
Tom's Diner. The lovely and wistful Suzanne Vega.
Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Cherese
She was sharing Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look
Through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Pauly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
He got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
I may not be great at this game, but I recognize the B#*~+##~ Surfers when I see it. The song is Pepper and I prefer this collaboration with Ministry http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9LvYOfe3rY
my old man wore three peice whistles
he was never home for long
drove a bus for London Transport
he knew where he belonged
number 18 down to Euston
double decker move along
double decker move along
xx xxx xxx
later on he drove a Roller
chauffeuring for foreign men
dropped his aitches on occasion
said Cor Blimey! now and then
did the crossword in the Standard
at the airport in the rain
at the airport in the rain
xx xxx xxx
wouldnt never let his guvnors
call him Billy, he was proud
personal reasons make a difference
his last boss was allowed
perhaps he had to keep his distance
made a racket when he rowed
made a racket when he rowed
xx xxx xxx
xx xxx xxx
my old man was fairly hansome
he smoked too many cigs
lived in one room in Victoria
he was tidy in his digs
had to have an operation
when his ulcer got too big
when his ulcer got too big
xx xxx xxx
seven years went out the window
we met as one to one
died before we'd done much talking
but relations had begun
we thought about each other
all the best mate, from your son
all the best mate, from your son
xx xxx xxx
xx xxx xxx
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If the world was flat,
I'd grind the edge!
To the positive youth,
My heart I pledge!
X on my hand,
Now take the oath,
To positive youth!
To positive growth!
To positive minds!
To pure clean souls!
These will be
All my goals!
Walk with me
And my crew
There is so much s@!#
We can do!
And we won't stop
Until we're through!
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my old man wore three peice whistles
he was never home for long
drove a bus for London Transport
he knew where he belonged
number 18 down to Euston
double decker move along
double decker move along
xx xxx xxxlater on he drove a Roller
chauffeuring for foreign men
dropped his aitches on occasion
said Cor Blimey! now and then
did the crossword in the Standard
at the airport in the rain
at the airport in the rain
xx xxx xxxwouldnt never let his guvnors
call him Billy, he was proud
personal reasons make a difference
his last boss was allowed
perhaps he had to keep his distance
made a racket when he rowed
made a racket when he rowed
xx xxx xxx
xx xxx xxxmy old man was fairly hansome
he smoked too many cigs
lived in one room in Victoria
he was tidy in his digs
had to have an operation
when his ulcer got too big
when his ulcer got too big
xx xxx xxxseven years went out the window
we met as one to one
died before we'd done much talking
but relations had begun
we thought about each other
all the best mate, from your son
all the best mate, from your son
xx xxx xxx
xx xxx xxx
Is the song called "my old man" ?
I don't know the artist, though...|
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If the world was flat,
I'd grind the edge!
To the positive youth,
My heart I pledge!
X on my hand,
Now take the oath,
To positive youth!
To positive growth!
To positive minds!
To pure clean souls!
These will be
All my goals!
Walk with me
And my crew
There is so much s@*%
We can do!
And we won't stop
Until we're through!
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