Big Bottom
Big Bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em...
Dead Man’s Party by Oingo Boingo
I Am the Walrus by the Beatles
“Number of the Beast” by Iron Maiden
Free Falling - Tom Petty
“Take the Money and Run” - Steve Miller Band
“Coward of the County” - Kenny Rogers (I realize at the end of this song, he’s not a coward, but the title itself works)
A parody - “The Devil Went Back Down to Washington” (parody of “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”)
Big Bottom
Big Bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em...
D-I-V-O-R-C-E by Tammy Wynette
I can’t believe nobody thought of htis yet:
“Been Caught Stealing” - Jane’s Addiction
I’m too sexy for my pantsuit!
This world should be shared equally
(to the tune of “this land is your land”)
Lyrics by Lucas Dietsche
This world is your world,
This world is my world,
To the means of production to the volcanic eruptions,
To the wetlands and the trees,
To the forests and the seas,
This world is a part of you and me.
Together with our comrades, with our brothers,
Together with veterans, workers and our mothers,
Together with love, work, and solidarity.
This world is part of you and me.
Today and tomorrow we fight capitalists,
Who enslaves us wrongly, who think they are our masters!
We cry revolution to make the world free-—hey!
This world is part of you and me.
This world should be shared equally.
What she's got is mine
My gal she's not much on looks,
you'll find her kind in story books.
Like bats, goats, lowdown crooks,
and things that crawl at night.
....
“I’m a Loser”
You’re a rich girl - Hall & Oates
Cult of Personality - (I forget)
Don’t know much about... - (Not sure I ever knew)
Lies, Lies, Lies - Guns n Roses
One Eyed, One Horned, Flying Purple Eater.
"Highway to Hell" and "End of the World"
Ahh...there’s only one true song for her. Her true favorite that swells her heart.
The Internationale [variant words in square brackets]
Arise ye workers [starvelings] from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We’ll change henceforth [forthwith] the old tradition [conditions]
And spurn the dust to win the prize.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
No more deluded by reaction
On tyrants only we’ll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They’ll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We’ll shoot the generals on our own side.
No saviour from on high delivers
No faith have we in prince or peer
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
E’er the thieves will out with their booty [give up their booty]
And give to all a happier lot.
Each [those] at the forge must do their duty
And we’ll strike while the iron is hot.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves (Cher)
I’m a loser