Song Lyrics.....

[Butch]

and my last one for now... see you all later!

My Maserati does one-eighty-five
I lost my license, now I don't drive
I have a limo, ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I'm attacked

I make hit records, my fans they can't wait
They write me letters, tell me I'm great
So I got me an office, gold records on the wall
Just leave a message, maybe I'll call

Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through
(Everybody say “I'm cool”......”He's cool”)
I can't complain but sometimes I still do...

Joe Walsh Barnstormer Album?

 

[NHRAMike]

Bad Religion is one of my favorite bands. I know the song, it starts out slow and then speeds up throughout the song but I can't think of the title...

It's "We're Only Gonna' Die (From Our Own Arrogance)" from "How Could Hell Be Any Worse?"

Bad Religion is far and away my favorite band. I missed out on the first wave of punk during my testosterone poisoned heavy metal 20-something years, but the first time I heard them I was blown away by their musicianship and songwriting. They are the band that opened up a whole new world for me.

 

[NHRAMike]

I'm not sure anyone would even guess this, but I wanna share this with everyone.
This isn't the actual video, but the guy does an awesome job lip syncing it.

Stuart


You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other
people, here, in the trailer park.

Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're
good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe
watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick
back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people,
Stuart. But they don't know ... what the queers are doing
to the soil!

You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers
in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors
say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.

Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.
Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never
ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy
breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.

Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's
the Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are
you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl."
I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows
the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do you
think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you
think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are
doing to the soil?

I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer
my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into
town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride
called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside
the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just
like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,
Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found
his head over by the snow cone concession.

A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet
in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr.
And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
soil?"

Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,
there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa,
for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.
You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on,
Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.
They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
God.

You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other
people, here in this trailer park.

 

[ReactionTimes]

Don't Google.....

First Song
"I Need a Fix Cause I'm Goin' Down"

Second Song
"I open my front door, hear my back door slam"

 

["Dr. Dirt"]

I'm not sure anyone would even guess this, but I wanna share this with everyone.
This isn't the actual video, but the guy does an awesome job lip syncing it.

Stuart


You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other
people, here, in the trailer park.

Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're
good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe
watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick
back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people,
Stuart. But they don't know ... what the queers are doing
to the soil!

You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers
in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors
say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.

Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.
Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never
ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy
breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.

Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's
the Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are
you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl."
I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows
the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do you
think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you
think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are
doing to the soil?

I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer
my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into
town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride
called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside
the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just
like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,
Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found
his head over by the snow cone concession.

A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet
in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr.
And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
soil?"

Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,
there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa,
for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.
You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on,
Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.
They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
God.

You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other
people, here in this trailer park.

"War and Peace?"
the novel?

 

[NHRAMike]

Doc, give it a listen, it'll put a smile on your face

 

[NHRAMike]

Don't Google.....

First Song
"I Need a Fix Cause I'm Goin' Down"

Second Song
"I open my front door, hear my back door slam"

the first one is the Beatles...Happiness is a Warm Gun

 

["Dr. Dirt"]

He also wrote my favorite bar song... (back when I was just a wee bit wilder....lol)

Spiders and Snakes?

 

["Dr. Dirt"]

Declinin numbers at an even rate
At the count of one we both accelerate
My stingray is light the slicks are startin to spin
But the four-thirteens really diggen in

Gotta be cool now power shift here we go

Beach Boys "Shut Down"
I must've missed some pages in the middle of the thread?

 

[none]

OK A little less main stream here.

Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town;
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.

 

[Alan]

Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right
Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you home at two
Mama don't know what I catched off of you
But that's all right cause we're looking as cool as can be

Well, we found a little place that really didn't look half bad
I had a whisky on the rocks
And change of a dollar for the jukebox
Well, I put the cold rock into that can
But all they played was disco, man
Come on, baby, baby, let's get out of here right away

 

[Alan]

Here's a curve ball to the genre....


I was born in a hurry but there wasn't any place to go
Nowhere fast seemed better than nowhere slow
I never really got the hang of hanging around

When you get down to it
I guess I always knew it
What it is that makes my world go round

 

[Alan]

So guess ill stay right where im at, wear my boots and my cowboy hat
But ill come and see ya once in a while
Ill bring my guitar and sing my songs, sorry if i dont stay too long
I love tennessee but ya know its just not my style
I gotta be where i can see those rocky mountains
Ride my horse and watch an eagle fly

 

[none]

Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right
Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you home at two
Mama don't know what I catched off of you
But that's all right cause we're looking as cool as can be

Well, we found a little place that really didn't look half bad
I had a whisky on the rocks
And change of a dollar for the jukebox
Well, I put the cold rock into that can
But all they played was disco, man
Come on, baby, baby, let's get out of here right away

Stray Cats. Rock this town?

 

[Alan]

Stray Cats. Rock this town?

Correct!!!!!!

 

[none]

So guess ill stay right where im at, wear my boots and my cowboy hat
But ill come and see ya once in a while
Ill bring my guitar and sing my songs, sorry if i dont stay too long
I love tennessee but ya know its just not my style
I gotta be where i can see those rocky mountains
Ride my horse and watch an eagle fly

Oh Oh that sound like your going cowboy on me & now I'm WAY lost

 

[willy]

So guess ill stay right where im at, wear my boots and my cowboy hat
But ill come and see ya once in a while
Ill bring my guitar and sing my songs, sorry if i dont stay too long
I love tennessee but ya know its just not my style
I gotta be where i can see those rocky mountains
Ride my horse and watch an eagle fly

Marshall Tucker maybe?

 

[G'ginna]

Spiders and Snakes?

nope... The "Scotsmans Kilt"

 

[G'ginna]

here's an easy one...

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

 

[d'kid]

here's an easy one...

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

House of the Raising Sun (Son)

Ya have fun at the races last night GT??????

d'kid