Posted on 12/24/2001 1:52:46 AM PST by Neets
Edited on 05/26/2004 5:03:00 PM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
Ever wonder why some songs - no matter how good or how bad - get stuck inside your head and won
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All of my love, all of my love,
Oh all of my love to you now.
All of my love, all of my love,
Oh all of my love to you now.
DAMN that's annoying.
DUDE you are evil. If I were Santa I'd take a crap down your chimney.
Die. Slowly. Painfully. You managed to get BOTH songs running in my head at the same time!
Lovely.
Sis!!??!! How could you?! I hope Santa left you lots of coal for this! LOL
W, ROFLMAO!
Jeez I wish I hadn't seen Willy Wonka.
Now I have the Oompa Loompa Dippity Doo thing running about.. and dagnabbit, it's seems to be dominant to all the other cacophony of tunes running amuck in my head!
"He hung it in the bathroom,
He hung it on the wall,..."
etc. etc. etc. Forgot all about till I heard an Armstrong & Getty rerun on the radio this morning. Argh!!
Should I fall out of love my fire in the night,
To chase a feather in the wind.
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight,
There moves a thread that has no end.
For many hours and days that pass ever soon,
The tides have caused the flame to dim.
At last the arm is straight the hand to the loom,
Is this to end or just begin?
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love,
To you now.
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love,
To you now.
The cup is raised the toast is made yet again.
One voice is clear above the din.
Proud Aryan one word my will to sustain,
For me the cloth once more to spin.
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love,
To you now.
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love,
To you now.
Yours is the cloth mine is the hand that sews time.
His is the force that lies within.
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find,
He is a feather in the wind.
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love,
To you now.
All of my love,
Oh, yes.
All of my love,
To you now.
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love, love.
Sometime,
Sometime,
Sometime,
Sometime.
It's all, all, all, all,
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love,
To you now.
All of my love,
All of my love,
All of my love,
To, to you, and you, an you, and yeah.
I've got a little bit of love left.
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit.
Just a little bit of love left,
Just a little bit of love left.
Henry the Eigth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She'd been married seven times before
Every one of them was a Henry, Hen-ery
Enjoy
I think it is "revved up like a duece, another roller in the night"
A reference to a craps player rolling for snake eyes, aka two ones, aka a duece.
Fortunately, I don't have a chimney. Just for that threat, however, I'm going to have to break out the heavy artillery:
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT I just hope you're old enough to remember and be tormented by that Bay City Rollers doozy. Because if you are, then you are old enough to remember the most annoying era in music history:
ABC 123 by Michael Jackson
Da Do Run Run - the Sean Cassidy version was the worst
Anything by ABBA - Dancing Queen is the one that comes to mind, but I know there were at least a half-dozen others
I suggest you find a porta-potty, Santa, because there's more where that came from if you don't straighten up.
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