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Posted on 10/24/2003 9:02:33 PM PDT by 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub
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WELCOME TO THE MUSIC DEDICATION! We are here to provide music and entertainment for our troops, their families, and friends. If we appear to be having fun as well, then you are half way to understanding the concept of this music dedication. Below you will find a variety of music. Some you may like. Others you may not. DJ Tonkin and Ma return after a long stint in the Looney Bin for Deejays. Their selections are directly below. It is highly unlikely you will find anything offensive in their sections. Please keep in mind that we consider this to be a warning to anyone that clicks anywhere on this music thread and finds something offensive. We will let you know. If you choose to click on it and then become offended, we will simply direct you to this reminder. You can mouse over to any music played by other Deejays to find out whether it is appropriate for you. Thank you! |
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FIDDLER'S GREEN
Halfway down the trail to hell
In a shady meadow green,
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen,
And this eternal resting place,
Is known as Fiddler's Green.
Marching past, straight thorugh to Hell,
The Infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddler's Green.
Though some go curing down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen,
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddler's Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge or fierce melee
You stop the bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddler's Green.
Click the hyperlink!! It's not the same song, but you can use the music and sing along! It's actually an Irish Drinking Song.
Show Yer Rage!!"
(To be sung to Bob Seger's "Turn the Page")
Click the hyperlink!
He's all wrong, this loathsome liar...The Beast From Arkansas!!
Can you condone Ol' Slick's intern moanin'...humpin' Bill's four-inch Ceegah?!
Can you ignore how he treats women...Or the girls Willie's Lust destroyed?!
Folks, your thoughts must soon be wondering...the way mine always do...
"Why'd we give Slick so much Power...when he's such a gawl-durned fool?"
Now you know why folks missed Reagan...I'm just glad Clinton's term is through...mmmmmm...
Folks, Slick's a scam...crimes been bold, my FRiends...
More than a Man...humpin' his page...
He must go!! CONVICT Slick, my FRiends!!
Must be BOLD...Left'll feel our RAGE...jah!!
Well, the Lib'rals are so arrogant...Left's got no Moral Code!
Still, they spew their lies and "spin you"...as if you just got off the Boat!
You pretend the Press don't bother you...but you just want to explode...!!!
Most times you can't hear 'em talk...other times you can...
All the same ol' cliches..."RadicalChristian!!"..."RighteousMan!!"
But, you always seem outnumbered...Right don't dare take a stand.
Here's The Plan, get control again...
Fight da Man, show'em your Rage...
LEFT MUST KNOW!! JAIL their WHORE, my FRiends...
When we're BOLD, we'll turn the page...
Out there on yer jobsites...you think ev'rything's "Okay"...
While bit by bit yer Liberties...are slowly sucked away!
As the cash flows from yer wallet...you stay just beneath the fray.
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed...
With the echoes of EX-Prez'dent's lies...ringin' in your head...
How you try, but you just can't forget...all yer forefathers who bled!!
They bled for you...we didn't want a King...
We've got laws...put Slick in a Cage!!
Left don't know...how to feel our pain!
When we VOTE, they'll know our rage!!
Ah, there Slick is...in the News again...
DemonRATS, where's YER outrage?!
SLICK MUST GO!! Right's in charge again!!
There Slick goes...Where? Think I know-ow!
MUSIC CLICK
For Auntie Fawnn!
Memories and mementoes of my first war.
MONSTER MASH CLICK
By Bobby "Boris" Pickett
I was working in the lab, late one night.
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight,
For my monster from the slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the Mash
He did the Monster Mash
The Monster Mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the Mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the Mash
He did the Monster Mash
From my laboratory in the Castle East,
To the master bedroom, where the vampires feast.
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes,
To catch a jolt from my electrodes.
They did the Mash
They did the Monster Mash
The Monster Mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the Mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the Mash
They did the Monster Mash
The Zombies were having fun, the party had just begun.
The guests included Wolfman, Dracula and his Son.
The scene was rocking, all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds.
The coffin bangers, were about to arrive
With their vocal group, The Crypt Kicker Five.
They played the Mash.
They played the Monster Mash
The Monster Mash
And it was a graveyard smash
They played the Mash
It’s caught on in a flash
They played the Mash
They played the Monster Mash
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring.
Seems he was troubled by just one thing.
Opened the lid and shook his fist, and said,
"What ever happened to my Transylvania Twist?"
It's now the Mash
It’s now the Monster Mash
The Monster Mash
It’s now a graveyard smash
It’s now the Mash
It’s caught on in a flash
It’s now the Mash
It’s now the Monster Mash
Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band,
And my Monster Mash is the hit of the land.
For you the living, this mash was meant too.
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you!
Then you can Mash
Then you can Monster Mash
The Monster Mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can Mash
You’ll catch on with a flash
Then you can Mash
Then you can Monster Mash
Does this mean you were actually working around water?
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