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Post by Xaroc on Aug 23, 2003 16:32:04 GMT -5
That stands for: "The Thread Where We Post Music Lyrics in Bold and End Each Message With the Words 'Fran Drescher Ate My Petunias. The 2nd"
That’s right I was tired of it so I started a new one. As the name says post lyrics in bold and at the end of the post place the words “Fran Drescher ate my petunias.” So have fun people, and as usual I shall start it off.
took her out it was Friday night I wore cologne to get the feeling right We started making out and she took off my pants But then I turned on the TV And that's about the time that she walked away from me Nobody likes you when you're 23 And are still more amused by TV shows What the hell is ADD? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again? What's my age again? Then later on, on the drive home I called her mom from a pay phone I said I was the cops And your husband's in jail This state looks down on sodomy And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me Nobody likes you when your 23 And are still more amused by prank phone calls What the hell is caller ID? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again? What's my age again? And that's about the time she walked away from me Nobody likes you when your 23 And you still act like you're in Freshman year What the hell is wrong with me? My friends say I should act my age What's my age again? What's my age again? That's about the time she broke up with me No one should take themselves so seriously With many years ahead to fall in line Why would you wish that on me? I never want to act my age What's my age again? What's my age again?
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 24, 2003 15:40:47 GMT -5
Round, Round,
Circumventing circuses, Lamenting in protest, To visible police, Presence sponsored fear,
Battalions of riot police, With rubber bullet kisses, Baton courtesy, Service with a smile
Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality, Of plastic existence.
Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around.
Round, Round,
A rush of words, Pleading to disperse, Upon your naked walls, alive, A political call, The fall guy accord, We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train,
Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality, Of plastic existence.
Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around.
Push them around, A deer dance, invitation to peace, War staring you in the face, dressed in black. With a helmet, fierce, Trained and appropriate for the malcontents, For the disproportioned malcontents, The little boy smiled, it'll all be well, The little boy smiled it'll all be well,
Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around. Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, Push the weak around, Push the weak around, Push the weak around, They like to push the weak around.
What is it I have to write here again?
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Post by MB on Aug 24, 2003 20:05:20 GMT -5
Fran Dresher ate my petunias!
Fran dresher ate my petunias.
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Post by ZBoxDemon on Aug 24, 2003 22:14:47 GMT -5
How Many More Times, treat me the way you wanna do? -X2 When I give you all my love, please, please be true.
I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all. -X2 I've got to get you together baby, I'm sure, sure you're gonna crawl.
(spoken) I was a young man, I couldn't resist Started thinkin' it all over, just what I had missed. Got me a girl and I kissed her and then and then... Whoops, oh Lordy, well I did it again. Now I got ten children of my own I got another child on the way that makes eleven. But I'm in constant heaven. I know it's all right in my mind 'Cause I got a little schoolgirl and she's all mine I can't get through to her 'cause it doesn't permit But I'm gonna give her everything I've got to give.
Oh, Rosie, oh, girl. -X2 Steal away now, steal away -X2 Little Robert Anthony wants to come and play.
Well they call me the hunter, that's my name. They call me the hunter, that's how I got my fame. Ain't no need to hide, Ain't no need to run. 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my..........gun!
How Many More Times, barrelhouse all night long. -X2 I've got to get to you, baby, baby, please come home.
Who's Fran Drescher, the one who ate my pentunias?
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 25, 2003 12:31:00 GMT -5
Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can, suckin up all you can suck. Workin up under my patience like a little tick. Fat little parasite.
Suck me dry. My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards. You have turned my blood cold and bitter, beat my compassion black and blue.
Hope this is what you wanted. Hope this is what you had in mind. Cuz this is what you're getting. I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.
Taken all I can, taken all I can, we(?) can take. Taken all you can, taken all you can fuckin' take Got nothing left to give to you. Blood suckin parasitic little tick/blood suckin parasitic little tick Take what you want and then go.
Hope this is what you wanted. Hope this is what you had in mind. Cuz this is what you're getting.
Suck me dry. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you had in mind? Cuz this this is what you're getting. I hope you choke.
This Fran is getting too much credit... I ate my own fucking petunias!
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 25, 2003 20:31:55 GMT -5
Keep it up.
That just sounds bad.
Gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full 'o credit cards I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
Wo, used to live in Jamaica But I don't live dere no more Had to change me lifestyle Do t'ings I never done before So now I'm just a lonely Rastaman Living in dis American town Gonna sell me Bob Marley records Gonna get me some Jackson Browne
I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting and get a wallet full 'o credit cards, eh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
Wo, gonna cut off me dreadlocks T'row away all me ganja I'll have a tupperware party Maybe join me a health spa I'll get a bowl of plastic fruits And a microwave oven, too Then I'll have the neighbors over for a weenie barbeque
Gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full 'o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I get a funny little T-shirt wit' de alligator on
Ain't gonna work in de field no more Gonna be Amway distributor Ain't gonna work in de field no more (no, no) Gonna be Amway distributor
(Ja) Ja, ja, ja, life is so very hard I need a (ja) ja, ja, ja jacuzi in me back yard
Oh, I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full 'o credit cards, eh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
What'd you say?
I gonna buy me a condo I gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting Get a wallet full 'o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
What'd you say?
I gonna buy me a condo Gonna buy me a Cuisinart Get a wall-to-wall carpeting And get a wallet full 'o credit cards, oh I gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow de lawn I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
Who did what to who's flowers?
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 26, 2003 14:53:37 GMT -5
Seems appropriate, given that it's in my .sig...
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small, And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall, Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call. Call Alice When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low. Go ask Alice I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion Have fallen softly dead, And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said: Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head.
Impossible to walk in this muck...no footing at all...TELL ME ABOUT THE FUCKING GOLF SHOES!
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 28, 2003 19:14:13 GMT -5
Red red wine goes to my head Makes me forget that I still need you so
Red red wine It's up to you All I can do I've done Memories won't go Memories won't go
I have sworn every time Thoughts of you would leave my head I was wrong, now I've found Just one thing makes me forget
Red red wine Stay close to me Don't let me be alone It's tearing apart My blue blue heart
I have sworn every time Thoughts of you would leave my head I was wrong, now I've found Just one thing makes me forget...
Red red wine Stay close to me Don't let me be alone It's tearing apart My blue blue heart
Good god man, we can't stop here. This is bat country!
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 29, 2003 13:59:48 GMT -5
Hey. You should edit the thread title and add "Warning: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Spoilers." Or something.
One toke over the line sweet Jesus One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line
Awaitin' for the train that goes home, sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line
Whoooo do you love, I hope it's me I've bin a changin', as you can plainly see I felt the joy and I learned about the pain that my momma said If I should choose to make a part of me, surely strike me dead Now I'm one toke over the line sweet Jesus One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line I'm waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line
I bin away a country mile, Now I'm returnin' showin' off a smile I met all the girls and loved myself a few Ended by surprise like everything else I've been through It opened up my eyes and now I'm One toke over the line sweet Jesus One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station Don't you just know I waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line
Don't you just know I waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line
I want to be One toke over the line sweet Jesus One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line Don't you just know I waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over line One toke, one toke over the line
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 29, 2003 23:11:06 GMT -5
Hey. You should edit the thread title and add "Warning: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Spoilers." Or something. No one would of known if you hadn’t said anything. Hello boys and girls, this is your old pal, Stinky Wizzleteats This is a song about a whale, NO this is a song about being happy Thats right! Its the happy happy, joy joy song!
Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy joy
I dont think your happy enough, thats right! I'll teach you to be happy! I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs! Now boys and girls, lets try it again...
Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy joy!
Iff-in you ain`t the grandaddy of all liars! The little critters of nature...they dont know that they're ugly. Thats very funny! A fly marrying a bumble bee! I told you I'd shoot, but you didn't believe me! WHY didn't you believe me?
Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy, joy joy Happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy, joy joy joyyyy!
In the eternal words of Gandhi, "Holy shit"
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 30, 2003 9:12:33 GMT -5
Misty morning, clouds in the sky Without warning, the wizard walks by Casting his shadow, weaving his spell Funny clothes, tinkling bell
Never talking Just keeps walking spreading his magic
Evil power disappears Demons worry when the wizard is near He turns tears into joy Everyone's happy when the wizard walks by
Never talking Just keeps walking spreading his magic
Sun is shining, clouds have gone by All the people give a happy sigh He has passed by, giving his sign Left all the people feeling so fine
Never talking Just keeps walking spreading his magic
I can't think of anything to say here.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 30, 2003 17:47:21 GMT -5
Hey.. 3,4! 3,4 3,4 3,4 Ahhhhhh... All this energy callin' me Back where it comes from It's such a crude attitude It's back where it belongs All the little kids growing up on the skids Go "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" Jumpin' Jene Jene and Movin' James Dean Go "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" Mamma knows but she don't care She's got her worries too Seven kids and a phoneo player And the rent is due All the little chicks with their chrimson lips Go "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" Livin' in sin with a safety pin Go "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!" I've got some records from World War II I play 'em just like me grandad do He was a rocker and I am too Go "Cleeeveland rocks!" "Yeah Cleeeveland rocks!" Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!, Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks. OHIO!!!!
Yes it sure dose.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 30, 2003 19:05:55 GMT -5
Generals gathered in their masses, just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerers of death's construction. In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning. Death and hatred to mankind, poisoning their brainwashed minds. Oh lord, yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away. They only started the war. Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor, yeah.
Time will tell on their power minds, making war just for fun. Treating people just like pawns in chess, wait till their judgement day comes, yeah.
Now in darkness world stops turning, ashes where the bodies burning. No more War Pigs have the power, Hand of God has struck the hour. Day of judgement, God is calling, on their knees the war pigs crawling. Begging mercies for their sins, Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. Oh lord, yeah!
Black Sabbath, best band of all time. Aw yeah.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 31, 2003 23:11:04 GMT -5
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, oh Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Together they would travel on boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, oh Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys Painted wings and giants's rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave So, Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave, oh Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
The albatross is massaging a porpoise with cheese.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Sept 1, 2003 19:54:53 GMT -5
Puff the Magic Dragon is an awesome song...I still love the movie, too. So sad . When we were young the future was so bright The old neighborhood was so alive And every kid on the whole damn street Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn The kids are grown up but their lives are worn How can one little street Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown Nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still it's hard Hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well she really did Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide Brandon ODed and died What the hell is going on The cruelest dream, reality EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
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