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When I was a kid I thought "lay down sally" was "pass the salad." It doesn't even sound like that, but whatever, like I said, I was a kid. I do still giggle internally when somebody asks me to pass the salad. |
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2. Stuck in Lodi again . . . |
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Yeah he liked the ladies. But then again, he wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy towards gay folk. |
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Edited to note author is Gavin Edwards... Amazon (see link at left) has his books: "Scuze Me While I Kiss This Guy"; "He's Got the Whole World in His Pants" and the Christmas book "Deck the Halls with Buddy Holly"... |
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Edited to add: Now that I think of it, in a matter of speaking it is... NTTAWWT. |
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Lou Reed plays in my neck of the patch this weekend. Sadly, due to prior commitments, I can't go. But, because a) I think rather highly of myself; and b) I care about you all, I'm re-posting my old Lou Reed/GA tributes from that other board.
Lester came from the City by the Bay Had to work for insurance client pay Bagged a Moldovan along the way Though some suspect that she was a he He says hey, take a walk on the greedy side Hey, Lessin, take a walk on the greedy side Bumpkin-at-law came from somewhere southern Talkin’ ‘bout NASCAR, he was all his puppets’ darlin’ But he never lost his head Even when he won the iron bed He says hey, take a walk on the greedy side Hey, Bumpkin, take a walk on the greedy side And the sock puppets go Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) License Plate Boy never once gave it away Every firm had to pay RMSC pay A re: line here and a flame war there, The janitor’s closet is the place where They said hey, take a walk on the greedy side, Said hey, Plated, take a walk on the greedy side DC Chef came and hit the street Looking for salary info, and creating GP heat Founded the Fashion Board Talk about thongs gets him out of his gourd They said hey, take a walk on the greedy side Hey, Chef, take a walk on the greedy side Alright Fugee is just fading away Blood sugar just got too low one day So I guess she had to crash Left New York and headed out to the Patch She said hey, take a walk on the greedy side Hey Fugee, take a walk on the greedy side And the SKEKs go Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) |
And for my next number...
Continuing my blasts from the past, in tribute to my man Lou, I give you "Heroin," GA-style.
I don’t know just where I’m going But I’m gonna try for the big salary, if I can ‘Cause it makes me feel like I’m a man When I put that check into my bank And I’ll tell ya, things aren’t quite the same When I’m rushing on a deal And at my desk, another meal And I guess that I just don’t know And I guess that I just don’t know I have made the big decision I’m gonna try to nullify my life ‘Cause when the assignments begin to flow When the collar is tight around my neck When I’m closing in on death And you can’t help me now, you GAs And all you sock puppets with all your sock talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don’t know And I guess that I just don’t know I wish I’d been born a hundred years ago I wish I’d practiced law with civility Going from this courthouse to that In a lawyer’s suit and hat Away from Bigflaw Where a man cannot be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and the GAs around Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know Bigflaw, be the death of me Bigflaw, its my wife and its my life Because a paycheck to my account Leads to money in my wallet And then I’m better off and dead Because when the cash begins to flow I really don’t care anymore About all the GPs in this town And all the clients makin’ crazy sounds And everybody puttin’ everybody else down And all the SKEKs piled up in mounds Because when the money begins to flow Ah, when the cash is in my wallet And that wallet is in my hand Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know Ollie (I'm lookin' for my mainline, I said I couldn't hit it sideways) Ramone |
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GAs whose IT slavemasters allow them to install apps on their workstations might be interested in the new beta of the Google toolbar. In addition to putting a Google search field on your Internet Explorer 5.5 and later toolbar, the latest version (again, still in beta, so use at your own risk) has an integrated pop-up stopper.
The link to the beta download page seems to be down temporarily, but check back here periodically. |
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Since we're quoting song lyrics, here's another one of my favorites from Weird Al (frankly, I never "got" Nirvana -- I thought they sucked): _______________________ What is this song all about? Can't figure any lyrics out How do the words to it go? I wish you'd tell me, I don't know Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no Dnn't know, don't know, don't know CHORUS Now I'm mumblin' and I'm screamin' And I don't know what I'm singin' Crank the volume, ears are bleedin' I still don't know what I'm singin' We're so loud and incoherent Boy this oughtta bug your parents Yeah It's un-in-tel-ligible I just can't get it through my skull It's hard to bargle nawdle zouss(?) With all these marbles in my mouth Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no Don't know, don't know, don't know... CHORUS Well we don't sound like Madonna Here we are now, we're Nirvana Sing distinctly? We don't wanna Buy our album, we're Nirvana A garage band from Seattle Well, it sure beats raising cattle Yeah And I forgot the next verse Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse The lyric sheet's so hard to find What are the words? Oh, nevermind Don't know, don't know, don't know, oh no Don't know, don't know don't know... CHORUS Well, I'm yellin' and we're playin' But I don't know what I'm sayin' What's the message I'm conveyin'? Can you tell me what I'm sayin'? So have you got some idea? Didn't think so, well, I'll see ya! Sayonara, sayonara Ayonawa, adinawa Odinaya, yodinaya Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah Ayaaaaah! ________________________ BTW, Ollie, nice blast from the past. It's good to "see" y'all. CDF |
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