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I used to drive a Fiat Panda - now a lime green Cadillac.Guess my story goes to show not all the 'devils' own' dig black.
They think I am crazy But I know better It is not I who am crazy It is I who am mad Didn't ya see the crowds You can't take it from me now I've had this ice cream bar since I was a child People always trying to take it from me Why won't they leave me alone?
Thirty days have SeptoberApril, June, and NowonderAll the rest have peanut butterAll except my dear grandmotherShe had a little red tricycleI stole it.. hahahaI am in love with my little red tricycleIt has pedals, and a seat that has springsAnd wheels that have spokesThat don´t speak ´til they´re spoken toAnd a little bell that can ring<ring><ring>See? <ring><ring>See?Thirty days have SeptoberApril, June, and NowonderAll the rest have peanut butterAll except my dear grandmotherShe had a little red tricycleIt´s mine now!When I´m riding my little red tricycleWhy do people always stop and ask me"Why must you ride on that little red tricycle?Act your age, you know you´re forty-three."I didn´t really steal the tricycle from my grandmotherIt followed me home
Our country reeks of treesOur yaks are really largeAnd they smell like rotting beef carcusesAnd we have to clean up after themAnd our sadle sores are the bestWe proudly wear womens' clothingAnd seering sandblows up our skirts!And the buzzards, they soar overheadAnd poisonous snakes will devour us wholeAnd our bones will bleach in the sunThat's it!And we will probably go to (censored)And that is our great rewardFor being the Ro-oy-oy-alCanadian Kilted Yaksmen!C'mon everybody!Our country reeks of treesOur yaks are really largeAnd they smell like rotting beef carcusesAnd we have to clean up after themAnd our sadle sores are the bestWe proudly wear womens' clothingAnd seering sand blows up our skirtsAnd the buzzards, they soar overheadAnd poisonous snakes will devour wholeOur bones will bleach in the sunAnd we will probably go to (censored)And that is our great rewardFor being theRo-oy-oy-alCanadianKiltedYAKSMEN!
My brain is in the cupboard, above the kitchen sinkIts not in my head, so i dont have to think
When you attend a funeral,It is sad to think that sooner or'lLater those you love will do the same for you.And you may have thought it tragic,Not to mention other adjec-Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do.(But don't you worry.)No more ashes, no more sackcloth,And an arm band made of black clothWill some day nevermore adorn a sleeve.For if the bomb that drops on youGets your friends and neighbors too,There'll be nobody left behind to grieve.And we will all go together when we go.What a comforting fact that is to know.Universal bereavement,An inspiring achievement,Yes, we will all go together when we go.We will all go together when we go.All suffused with an incandescent glow.No one will have the enduranceTo collect on his insurance,Lloyd's of London will be loaded when they go.Oh we will all fry together when we fry.We'll be French fried potatoes by and by.There will be no more miseryWhen the world is our rotisserie,Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.Down by the old maelstrom,There'll be a storm before the calm.And we will all bake together when we bake.There'll be nobody present at the wake.With complete participationIn that grand incineration,Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak.Oh we will all char together when we char.And let there be no moaning of the bar.Just sing out a Te DeumWhen you see that I.C.B.M.,*And the party will be come-as-you-are.Oh, we will all burn together when we burn.There'll be no need to stand and wait your turn.When it's time for the falloutAnd Saint Peter calls us all out,We'll just drop our agendas and adjourn.You will all go directly to your respective Valhallas.Go directly, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollahs.And we will all go together when we go.Every Hottentot and every Eskimo.When the air becomes uranious,We will all go simultaneous.Yes, we all will go togetherWhen we all go together,Yes we all will go together when we go.
Your body ain't Pamela Anderson,Its a struggle just to get you in the caravan,But listen baby girl,Before I let you lose a pound I'll buy a bigger car,So listen baby girl,I love you just the way you are, the way you areThe Way I Are - Timbaland 8)
When the sun beats down and I lie on the benchI can always hear them talkMe, I'm just a lawnmowerYou can tell me by the way I walk
Genesis - I know what I like (In your wardrobe)QuoteWhen the sun beats down and I lie on the benchI can always hear them talkMe, I'm just a lawnmowerYou can tell me by the way I walk
