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November 16, 2005

FLASHBACK

Today in the supermarket, the music system played two songs in a row from the genre known as "songs with lyrics so stupid that you love them." The first was "Tighten Up," by Archie Bell and the Drells, which begins (if my memory is correct): "Hi everybody! I'm Archie Bell and the Drells, from Houston, Texas! We don't only sing, but we dance just as good as we want!"

The rest of the song consists of Archie mainly singing, "Do the tighten up!" Occasionally he also sings, "Now make it mellow!" And the Drells do, because the essence of being a a Drell is knowing how to make it mellow, as well as how to tighten it up.

And THEN the supermarket sound system played another great stupid-lyric song,  "Mister Big Stuff," by (I think) Jean Knight, which goes:

     Mister Big Stuff!
     Who do you think you are?

This song was popular when I was in high school, during the 17th century. I had a friend, Tom Parker, and for an entire year, every single time we passed each other in the halls of Pleasantville (N.Y.) High, one of us would shout, "Mister Big Stuff!" And the other one would answer: "Who do you think you are?" And it was funny every single time.

They don't write them like that any more. Or maybe they do, and I just don't understand what they're saying.

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first!

maybe i shouldn't even ask but... tighten what up??

Ahh, yes. Classic lyrics. Like "Da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron" and "Who put the bomp in the bomp buh bomp buh bomp."

Dave, darlin', you will always be Mister Big Stuff to me.

Don't forget the classic "Backfield in Motion" Dave.

Elizabeth

Wasn't the guy who played Mac on "Night Court" once one of The Drells?

and didn't the guy who was the Judge on "Night Court" portray somebody we all know and admire on another TV show?

inquring minds ... etc etc

"Backfield in Motion" is, indeed, a classic of this genre.

Dave,

You went to high school in Pleasantville, NY? Isn't that the home of Reader's Digest magazine? Wow, I've always pictured Pleasantville (the movie of the same name motwithstanding) to be a pastoral, sleepy little village where nothing unpleasant happens and everyone's happy all the time, not the boyhood home and primordial soup which spawned America's Premier Humor Columnist And Part-Time Rhythm Guitarist.

Yes, the backfield is in motion, but nobody heard, not even the chair.

um... I meant "notwithstanding"... (hey, at least I spelled "primordial" correctly)

ok i googled AB&tD and there was no mention of Charles (Mac) Robinson

but he is from Houston TX and was born around the same time as some of the Drells.

so, that basically means nothing.

but, it gave me something to do for 5 minutes while i'm waiting for it to snow or rain or whatever the hell this ugly grey sky over central oHIo decides to do today.

Ah, that brought back memories...

(Hello hello again, sh-boom and hopin' we'll meet again) boom sh-boom
Hey nonny ding dong, alang alang alang (sh-boom)
Ba-doh, ba-doo ba-doodle-ay
Life could be a dream
Life could be a dream, sweetheart

rick h - According to The Map, it will be windy in central oHIo today. That's it!

You know you've hit the BIG TIME when you're played in elevators and suppermarkets!

oops, fingers got carried away, should read "supermarkets"!

... but then you all knew that, didn't you?

please?

Uh, Mr. C, Dave plays LEAD guitar. Right handed too for that matter.

Then there's John and Marsha.

Dave: They still write stupid songs - the difference now is that they're just stupid - not so stupid that you love them anyway. An example:

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

[Audioslave - "Doesn't Remind Me"]

Another great lyrical method terribly underutilized by today's so-called superstars is the Bing / Ella scat. When I catch the lyrics to some songs today, I wonder why they bother. Why even have words?

Fort,

Having never seen the RBR, all I have to go on is the article itself, from which I quote:
rhythm guitarist and humor columnist Dave Barry, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and grinning ear to ear...

I'm a guitarist myself (acoustic 12-string, 30 years playing) and I realize that guitarists are sensitive to that kind of thing, so, sorry Dave if I underestimated or otherwise misrepresented your talent.

Looking forward to April 29 and 30 at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books and the rare Left Coast appearance of Our Favorite Band.

more along the lines of what you're talking about tho, I've always liked this one:

One, two, three, four
All right
Watch it, watch it
Say man

Hattie told Mattie
About a thing she saw
Had two big horns
And a wooly jaw

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully

Hattie told Mattie
Don't you take no chance
Don't you be L7
Come and learn to dance

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully

Hey watch it now, man
Watch it, watch it

Mattie told Hattie it's the thing to do
Get yourself a filly
To pull the wool with you

Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully
Wooly Bully

You got it, you got it

(of course, i like the Joan Jett version better thant he original - but the lyrics are the same)

They've always written stupid songs.
My evidence:

Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Sing, cuccu!

Futtock me baldrick, but that's stupid.

and we can't forget "louie louie"

It is probably the merest of coincidences that I woke up this morning with "Afternoon Delight" earwigging thru my little brain...
Where does this stuff come from? Leftover nightmare?

Jockamo" James Crawford, ~1950, New Orleans


James Crawford
My grandma and your grandma
Were sittin' by the fire.
My grandma told your grandma:
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire."
Chorus:
Talkin' 'bout: Hey now! Hey now!
Iko, Iko, unday
Jockamo feeno ai nané.
Jockamo fee nané.
Look at my king all dressed in red.
Iko, Iko, unday.
I betcha five dollars he'll kill you dead.
Jockamo fee nané
Chorus:
My flag boy and your flag boy
Were sittin' by the fire.
My flag boy told your flag boy:
"I'm gonna set your flag on fire."
Chorus:


See that guy all dressed in green ?
Iko, Iko, unday. He's not a man;
He's a lovin' machine.
Jockamo fee nané.

How about The Police's "Da Doo Doo Doo, Da Da Da Da"?

And let us not forget the immortal Spike Jones (pause for moment of awed silence).

Mr. C -- No offense taken. Fort was being kind. I play lead when there's nobody else available, not even the chair. But really our lead guy now for most gigs is Greg Iles, who's a very good guitarist. God knows what he's doing in our band.

It takes an entry like this to realize all the songs I always thought were 'cool' were really mishaps of poetry with music.

You wouldn't be surprised how right you are with your last statement about stupid lyrics but you can't understand them.

The Grateful Dead used to play that song as part of their encore set.

i always figured they were just acknowleging the condition we were all in by that point in the show.

The Grateful Dead used to play that song as part of their encore set.

i always figured they were just acknowleging the condition we were all in by that point in the show.

jeez! not only did o stutter i put that post in waaaaay too late.

the song i was reefering to? Iko Iko

Ah, that clears it up. Thanks Dave.

great thread. maybe a new book - just about bad lyrics?

hey, hey, hey paul
wanna marry me someday.... etc.

and the immortal: yummy yummy yummy i got love in my tummy.....

we do need to be careful or we will all have earworms by this afternoon.....

rick h. is reefering? Uh oh. Sometimes that helps in the creation of stupid lyrics, but watch out the dinosaurs on the ceiling and the flashy lights can be scarey! (My friend told me.)

one must always be reefering when speaking of The Greatful Dead - it's the only way to show proper respect

Mmm bop

I came of age musicly during the early 90's when everything from Seattle was considered to be the coolest thing in the history of the world. Fortunetly for me I was born raised and still live in Seattle. I listened to Pearl Jam 10 over and over. I went to Lollapalooza every year. I have even been in my fair share of mosh pits (which btw if you are 6'6 like I am dont go into mosh pits. The crowd surfers will constantly hit you in the back of the head). I cried my eyes out the day Kurt Cobain killed himself and I was still crying at his tribute gathering 3 days later at the Seattle Center. But for the life of me will someone please tell me what the heck the Lyric's "A Mulato an Albino a mosquito a Labido" means. Kurt I miss you to this very day and I am forever grateful that you pushed Michael Bolton and Michael Jackson off the charts but man.

Thanks Dave, and Fort... I, too, sometimes play lead and sometimes play rhythm, depending on what's required at the time. When you're a solo guitarist, you learn to adapt!!

Question: How many guitarists does it take to change a light bulb?
Answer: All of them. One to do it and the rest to stand around watching and saying "I can do that!"

I like jamester's theory that the annoying earwigs we wake up with are nightmare leftovers.

I am avoiding all this earwig fodder by listening to The Proclaimers "I'm On My Way" from the Shrek soundtrack while I surf. That'll be stuck in my head all afternoon.

My submission for weirdest song lyrics ever:


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Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
Well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
and I cried, cried, cried.

The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion,
get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain
picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my
Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.

Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
but as dead, dead as 'e can be by his feet; de ya ken?
...and the wind cried back.

from Pink Floyd's "Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving With a Pict" (Ummagumma)

Hey Sue, "Mishaps of Poetry (With Music)" WBAGNFARB.

Dave...just for you...I feel I must play Tighten Up, just for you, in the noon hour.

Jeff has asked just what a Drell is...or why they must tighten up...one of those things I can't answer.

I will, however, refrain from playing Mr. Big Stuff...

I hate to be pedantic, but it surprises me that an old rocker like Dave with his massive research department and unlimited resources would incorrectly quote such an important lyric in rock history. The Drells sing just as good as they walk, not as good as they want. Apparently they don't want to use grammar so good, but that's another issue. If you look up references to the song, you usually see it quoted as "I'm Archie Bell of the Drells..." but I say that's rewriting history. If you listen to it, he definitely says "I'm Archie Bell and the Drells," leading to some confusion over whether the one guy overdubbed himself on all instruments and vocals.

On the other hand, one of the most artistic use of lyrics in a song has got to be Paul Simon's "A Poem On the Underground Wall" If you aren't familiar with it, here are the lyrics. The music is great, too, and really adds to the effect.

A Poem On The Underground Wall
The last train is nearly due
The underground is closing soon
And in the dark deserted station
Restless in anticipation
A man waits in the shadows

His restless eyes leap and scratch
At all that they can touch or catch
And hidden deep within his pocket
Safe within its silent socket
He holds a colored crayon
Now from the tunnel's stony womb
The carriage rides to meet the groom
And open wide and welcome doors
But he hesitates, and then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand

Now from his pocket quick he flashes
The crayon on the wall he slashes
Deep upon the advertising
A single worded poem consisting
Of four letters

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night

P. Simon, 1966

Ken -- Are you sure? It sounds to me like "want." Congress needs to look into this.

I'm with Dave, since he said they 'dance as good as they want' and Ken says they 'sing as good as they want'.

Somewhere, there was a cake left out in the rain.

Here is a bit of trivia about Archie: His brother was Ricky Bell, a star running back and Heisman trophy winner for USC, who died at a much too early age from cancer. He was not one of the Drells.

My submission for the dumbest lyrics ever sung:

Baby, I confess
I'm a total mess
When you're around
The only sound I hear
Is my heart going
[CHORUS:]
Boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Everybody in love knows
The way you make my heart go
Boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom, boom
It only beats this way for you

Yeah yeah

Something in your eyes
Tells me that you're mine
Can't you see
That you and me
Get better all the time
Girl, with very kiss
I can promise this (ooh ooh)
You'll always be
The one I need
Always make my heart go

[Repeat chorus]

[CHORUS II]
What you do
Make me crazy
Crazy for you
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
(Everybody in love knows)
Boom, boom, boom
(Girl you make my heart go)
Boom, boom, boom
(Everybody in love knows)
Boom, boom, boom
(Girl you make my heart go)

[Repeat chorus thrice]
[Repeat chorus II]

Appropirately enough, the song is called "Boom Boom Boom"

OK, I've only heard "Tighten Up" in lo-fi mono but I always thought Archie said "and we play just as good as we sing".

Dave's right, the song is wonderful. The intro, the dopey lyrics (Do the Tighten Up -- WTF?), the pitiful sax breaks - the song's got it all!

'walk', I meant Ken said 'walk'. hey, Ken, how you doin' since Barbie ditched you?

They may tighten up, but are they glad?

I thought he said "We're Archie Bell and the Drells." I always wondered if he used the royal we.

Pleasantville, NY is also the headquarters of the New York Review of Science Fiction!

i always wondered WHAT they were tightening up, and I thought of a few things, none of which are appropriate here... just talk among yourselves.

Stupid song: 25 or 6 to 4. I dont know what the he!! that is. and i just hate that song for that reason.

If ONLY we had SOME place you could look up these lyrics!

Some sort of INTERNET.

Oh well. It'll remain a mystery.

C-bol, this whole internet lyrics thing is so very wrong. I mean, misunderstanding lyrics had its uses. I broke up with a guy just because he thought Jimi Hendrix sang 'Scuse me while I kiss this guy".

Pleasantville? When I was in high school, you kicked our booty in women's basketball (yes, I played). Of course, Dave would have already graduated waaaay before me.
-an exile from Rhinebeck, NY

Queensbee - it's the time of day - early AM - about 25 (or maybe 26) minutes before 4am. The horns in early Chicago were truly awesome....

jamester - At least with Afternoon Delight (sky rockets in sight) it takes one back to a memory of a good time - or is that just me? :-)

sly - And we'll never find the recipe again. The song is a masterpiece.

queensbee - Not too long ago I heard someone explain 25 or 6 to 4 and at the time it made perfect sense and made me appreciate the song, but I can't remember and now it just annoys me again.

Scat, to be fair- Hendrix actually did record at least one version of that song with the 'kiss this guy' lyrics. He was a good sport, Jimi. RIP man.

Queensbee, Jamester and Eleanor - actually, "25 or 6 to 4" is about LSD. An LSD-25 ("25") trip can last from 6 p.m. to about 4 a.m. and the drug itself was actually known as "6 to 4" on some college campuses, but it's unclear whether that's because of this song or vice-versa.

Let's examine some of the lyrics, shall we?

Waiting for the break of day He's been up a while
Searching for something to say and is very tired and spacy
Flashing lights against the sky Typical of an LSD trip
Giving up I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor Typical hippie fashion
25 or 6 to 4
Staring blindly into space seeing things in his mind
Getting up to splash my face
Wanting just to stay awake
Wondering how much I can take A trip can be powerful
Should I try to do some more I wouldn't advise it...
25 or 6 to 4
Feeling like I ought to sleep Still tired
Spinning room is sinking deep It happens
Searching for something to say etc.
Waiting for the break of day
25 or 6 to 4
25 or 6 to 4

Before anyone asks, I've written a few medical texts. And MAYBE once or twice in the 70s, I MAY have partaken in some self-induced psychopharmaceutical research. NTTAWWT, right?

back in the day (noneyabidnesswhatdecade) the phrase "tighten up" was understood to mean (at least in my (red)neck* o the south) the phenomenon of gathering up your muscles as for fight or flight .. and movin' just yo' feets!

this dance move was executed as a sliding around of the feets, keeping `em in contact with the floor .. occasionally lifting one foots off the floor to demonstrate a hightened emotional emphasis.
(aoowww)
it was, back in the day, the very epitome of cool.
good times.

*lysm

OK...you want TRUE torture?

You're a "girl" drummer in the 80's and you're in a band with all guys, and no one wants to sing Michael Jackson's new hit "Got to Be Startin Something"
so you get STUCK with it, while trying at the same time to perform complicated rhythmic patterns taken from the tribes of pymies who were obviously bored beyond measure because it has just about every rhythmic concept ever known to man in it, while at the same time you have to sing:

You've got be startin SOME thin
You got to be startin SOME thin.

TOO high to get over, to low to get under..
stuck in the middle ...with the roar of thunder..

and at the same time put in his weird sounds he use to make to take a breathe I guess because he couldn't breathe through his nose..Hic Hic Hit hit.hic hic ...hsss, hic hic

And in the middle is the refraim;
Ma ma may, ma ma may mo ma mo sa....
over and over and over...wondering all the time
what the hell am I doing here? and WHAT..what AM I saying?Is he calling the wild women over..to his ma mo sa? Is my bass drum petal going slap back on the top of my foot and get rid of that arch? BUT then, I DID refuse to sing "SHERRY BABY"..by the Four Seasons...there is a limit to what a girl can do.

But...thank God I JUST read Dave's book last night for the first time on BAD SONGS and all I can say is..thanks Dave...yesterday I was contemplating suicide..today...all I need to do is sing...SUGAR SUGAR...ah Honey Honey....things are ok now, and I got some blogging to do...ah sugar...oh honey honey...Oh wait...I'm thinking of Dave looking at the new 24 babe...I got lost. Sorry.

The lyrics to this song were not available on songlyrics.com, so I'm just having to listen, pause, and type it down as I go along.

"The Essence", by Animotion (1986)

Every man has a hunger
It can overcome the strongest will
Especially if the woman is younger
And she has a tender dream to fill
Youth and beauty have a magic charm
And it's so hard to leave her alone
But like the blazing fire in Medusa's eyes
She can turn a man into stone (IANMTU)

Reaching for the essence in a younger woman's heart
Knowing adolescence is the finest form of art

Back in the days of cavemen
Women learned how to capture power
By taking back what they often gave men
The sweet nectar of a passion flower
The powerful prince that owned your lands
Could determine if you live or die
But he'd get down upon his knees and hands
If the princess would only fly

Reaching for the essence in a younger woman's heart
Knowing adolescence is the finest form of art
Reaching for the essence in a younger woman's heart
GLOWING WITH FLUORESCENCE SHE'S A NEON CANDLE IN THE DARK (ISANMTU!)

(Long instrumental bridge)

Youth and beauty have a magic charm
And it's so hard to leave her alone
But like the blazing fire in Medusa's eyes
She can turn a man into stone

Reaching for the essence in a younger woman's heart
Knowing adolescence is the finest form of art
Reaching for the essence in a younger woman's heart
GLOWING WITH FLUORESCENCE SHE'S A NEON CANDLE IN THE DARK (ISBTFSMIANMTU), (repeat "in the dark" a few times and fade out)

Ladies and germs, I nominate this for Dumbest Lyrics Ever, particularly the line I capitalized. This song is so bad it's MAGNIFICENT! William Shatner should cover it before he gets beamed up to the Great Soundstage In The Sky!

(ISBTFSMIANMTU = I swear by the Flying Spaghetti Monster I am not making this up)

If you actually want to hear this, it's off Animotion's 1986 album "Strange Behavior".

From the swamps of Arkansas, Ivory Bill Woodpecker


I think Trio's 'Da Da Da' takes the cake:

Aha,
Aha,
Aha.

What you will and what you won't,
What you do and what you don't,
What you can and what you can't,
This is what you need to know:
Loved you though it didn't show.

Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, da da da.

Da da da,
Da da da,
Da da da,

Da da da, I don't love you you don't love me.
Da da da, I don't love you you don't love me.
Da da da, I don't love you you don't love me.
Da da da, I don't love you you don't love me.

(whispered)
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht.

I know why you ran away, aha.
Understand you couldn't stay, aha.
Wonder where you are today, aha.
After all was said and done,
It was right for you to run!

Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, aha.
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht, da da da.

Da da da,
Da da da,
Da da da,

Da da da I don't love you you don't love me.
Da da da I don't love you you don't love me.
Da da da I don't love you you don't love me.
Da da da I don't love you you don't love me.

Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Sing, cuccu!

Dr Acula! I've actually gotten to sing that song once. I was a a Medieval Studies conference in Kalamazoo, and during a concert by a medieval singing group, they invited us to all sing along. A big crowd of medieval scholars (and us wanna be scholars, we were actually able to sing along. It was cool.

Is that sad?

Novanglus - where did you play? I was keyboardist/backing vocals for the Tomboys, an all-girl band in LA in the '80's. It was a blast.... sigh.

Annie WBH - We (my group, Questionable Youth) is looking for a keyboardist and singer... drop me a line sometime! We're in the South Bay area of LA.

WOW! I had no idea that Chicago was into hallucinogens (sp?). They seemed so straight (NTTAWWT).
But the song makes perfect sense as annotated by Mr. Completely!

Too bad my salad days are long gone....:(

Dave, you are not alone... "Mr. Big Stuff" was DEDICATED to my husband in his high school year book.

Targetgirl, wow, I had no idea "kiss this guy" was such a common misunderstanding until I looked it up a few minutes ago on that newfangled internet thing. And I also learned that he really did sing kiss this guy on a live recording. Took 35 years to learn but I'm glad I did!

But it still was right to dump the old boyfriend.

I'm embarrassed at how long I tried to figure out what Steven Tyler was really saying when he sang "Dude looks like a lady."

???

really?

"Dude looks like a lady" are the correct lyrics?
I began to think the bathroom really IS on the right, and Jimi did want to kiss some guy.

But there's still that cake out in the rain.

Slyeyes - gotta love that soggy cake, or maybe just love the cojones to write/sing/produce such ridiculous lyrics...and make money at it!

Mr. C - I lived in Hermosa Beach when I played for the Tomboys, but now I'm a mom up here in Ventura = too far for a south bay band and I don't have the time to do it right anymore. I do miss it, though.

Hush, hush...even downtown, boys are scary..

or my son's favorite - 'When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's an owie.'

I fear the day the music from my high school days becomes supermarket background fare. So far I haven't encountered any elevator death metal, so I'm good.

Annie WBH - I think the lyrics are, "Hush, keep it down now, voices carry."

But now you've got me questioning. Checking my resources - yes, there it is: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/aimee-mann/4728.html

Ventura? Bummer. (*lip poked out in a pout.) Well, rock on in your heart, anyway.

Mr. C - you're right on the aimee mann thing...I had it wrong for years, but I kinda like my version, too. But I definitely want to check out the RBRs at the LA Times Book Fair at UCLA, April 29th & 30th, Saturday/Sunday 10-6. (Yes, I'm riffin' silly.)

What do you call someone who hangs out with musicians?

...a drummer.

My favorite misinterpretation: When my son was really little, he thought BTO sang "taking care of biscuits." He still says it, just to make me laugh. Oh, and he calls Jimmy Buffet "chili muffin"

Annie - *SNORK*

Southerngirl - I like "bacon carrot biscuits"...

also in Paul Simon's "Kodachrome" - "Mama don't take my clothes and throw 'em away..."

How about CCR's "Bad Moon Rising" - "there's the bathroom on the right..."

Anybody else got anything?

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille...
400 children and a crop in the field...

i no know one is going to read this because it is like a year after everyone write stuff so im not goin to write anything good ill just write a hole bunch of stuff because im bored n was trying to find a good start to the end of the song "several species of small furry animals in a cave grooving with a pict" n some how ended up at this site and for some reason started reading everyones coments and thought it would only be right to write my own coment but unfortunetly for me i dont think anyone will read it because like i said befor this is a year after the last coment was made so im probly the last person to put a coment so...um...LAST!!!!(take that pepe)P.S. tighten what up?

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