LOOK... it's TouristSenator!!!
It shows up in more places than TouristGuy did
only with less style and substance...
she's Vaporware, just an empty crusty.
(Please spread me around like the parasite that i am...)
We need the professionals on this!
Follow the Yellow Brick Road ...
“Because, because, because, because, beCAUSE!
Because of the wonderful things (s)he does.”
A boy named Sue?
Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne
Miss Murder by AFI
I Wanna Talk About Me by Toby Keith
Cold Hearted Snake by Paula Abdul
Golddigger by Kanye West
Homewrecker by Gretchen Wilson
Toxic by Britney Spears
Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Why did “Fat Bottomed Girls” by Queen, immediately come to mind?
You got to check out this thread!
The Whore of Babylon by Saviour Machine
“Go away, little girl.” Can’t remember the group, it’s a song from the 1960’s and we’d tease my sister mercilessly with it.
I should probably feel guilty for thinking of Bloodrocks DOA.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
“Who let the dogs out?”
MuskRAT Love
“Don’t mess around with Jim [Robinson]”
ARTIST: Jim Croce
TITLE: You Don’t Mess Around With Jim
Lyrics and Chords
Uptown got its hustlers
Bowery got its bums
And 42nd street got big Jim Walker
He’s a pool shootin’ son of a gun
Ya, he’s big and dumb as a man can come
But stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim boss, just because, and they say
/ G7 - / / / / C7 - / / D7 C7 / D7 C7 GC G /
{Refrain}
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
You don’t spit into the wind
You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don’t mess around with Jim, da do da do...
/ C7 G / C7 G7 / C7 - / D7 GC G7C D7 - /
Well out of south Alabama come a country boy
He said, “I’m looking for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin’ boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
And I’m looking for the king of 42nd street
He’s driving a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money, and it may sound funny
But I’ve come to get my money back,” and everybody said, Jack, don’t you know
{Refrain}
Well a hush fell over the pool room
When Jim he come boppin’ off the street
And when the cuttin’ was done
The only part that wasn’t bloody was the soles of the big man’s feet
And he was cut in ‘bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor
{As refrain}
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
You don’t spit into the wind
You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you don’t mess around with Slim, da, do, da, do...
{Repeat}
{Spoken}
Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it’s at
And not hustling people strange to you
Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue
Gotta post a few:
Suffragette City - David Bowie
I Put a Spell on You - Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
I’m the Slime - Frank Zappa
Killer Queen/Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen
Don’t Mess With Bill - Marvelettes
Keep em’ coming this is fun!
They’re Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-haaa!
“Sucks to Be You” - Prozzak
“there’s a hole in the dike”
“”Their coming to take me away he he haw haw,their coming to take me away, to the funny farm, where every thing is beautiful all the time,”