WHY THOSE TUNES FROM HELL ALWAYS ‘STICK’ IN YOUR HEAD

New York Post ^ | 24 December 2001 | Post Wire Services

[Neets]

Ever wonder why some songs - no matter how good or how bad - get stuck inside your head and won

[Tourist Guy]

God Bless You.

The most intelligent post on this thread.
Thanks for indulging us!

[Neets]

ROTFLMAO....any time Sis!!! My contribution to the sanity of this place we all love so well!!

They're coming to take me away

Remember when you ran away and
I got on my knees and begged you
Not to leave because I'd go beserk?

Well, you left me anyhow and then the
Days got worse and worse and now you see I've gone completely out of my mind.
And

They're coming to take me away ha-ha
They're coming to take me away
Ho-ho, he-he, ha-ha
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see thise nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!

You thought it was a joke and so you
Laugh, you laughed!
When I said that losing you would make
Me flip my lid-Right?

You know you laughed, I heard you laugh
You laughed, you laughed and laughed,
And the you left
But now you know I'm utterly mad. And,

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha
They're coming to take me away
Ho-ho, he-he, ha-ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers
And chirping birds and basket weavers
Who sit and smile and twiddle
Their thumbs and toes and
They're coming to take me away ha-haaa!

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind, unselfish loving deeds?Huh?
Well, you just wait-they'll find you yet
And when they do they'll put you in the
ASPCA you mangy mutt! And

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha
They're coming to take me away
Ho-ho, he-he, ha-ha
To the funny farm,
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!

To the happy home with trees and flowers
And chirping birds and basket weavers
Who sit and smile and twiddle
Their thumbs and toes and
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!

To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away

[tacticalogic]

A reference to a craps player rolling for snake eyes, aka two ones, aka a duece.

I thought it was a reference to a car - al a Little Deuce Coupe, a reference I believe, to a '32 Ford.

[NeoCaveman]

They are coming to take you away too.... well I'll be darned.

....Where life is beautiful all the time.

[Neets]

Yes, but it just seems as though they are taking their sweet damn time getting here!!!

[Tourist Guy]

I refer you kind sir to the link at post #207 of this thread...

[Tourist Guy]

282 har! my theme song

[Tourist Guy]

see #207 link

[Gil4]

You brought up Weird Al, and that reminded me of one of Rush's parody songs that can drive me crazy. The 12 Days of Clinton - I loved the parody, but now I can't remember the words to the original anymore. Even if I sing the 5 golden rings part right, I go to 4 balanced budgets next. Here is the complete list (except day 12 - if anyone remembers it, please add it.)

11 billion for Boris
At - Ten - tion to the deficit
Nein (sp?) to German competitors
Aid to Somalia
7 Days a week of health care
6 percent loans for students
5 folding wings (of the Air Force)
4 balanced budgets
3 liberal judges
2 more million jobs
and a tax cut for you and for me

[Neets]

You too eh??? Here my favorite lines:

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind, unselfish loving deeds?Huh?
Well, you just wait-they'll find you yet
And when they do they'll put you in the
ASPCA you mangy mutt!

[Grassontop]

How about; Jesus loves me, for I know because the Bible tells me so! Grassontop

[Neets]

You guys really need to stop me!!

There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm cryin' for you, dear
You are on my lonesome mind
Into these last nine beers
I have shed a million tears
You are on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep drinkin' until I'm petrified
And then maybe these tears will leave my eyes
There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm cryin' for you, dear
You were on my lonely mind
Last night I walked the floor, and the night before
You were on my lonely mind
It seems my life is through and I'm so goshdarn blue
You were on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep drinkin' till I can't move a toe
And then maybe my heart won't hurt me so
There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm cryin' for you, dear
You were on my lonely mind
Lord, I've tried and I've tried
But my tears I can't hide
You were on my lonely mind
All these blues that I've found
Have really got me down
You are on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep on drinkin' till I can't even think
'Cause in the last week I ain't slept a wink
There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm cryin' for you, dear
You were on my lonely mind

[NeoCaveman]

Thanks, I even took the link to the real lyrics.

[Christopher]

Thank you oh, so much...

That's gonna stick with me all night at the gym. If you hear a news story tomorrow about some dude who dropped a weight on his mellon, that'll most likely be me.

Then again, this is usually the night for the local college's volleyball team to be in the gym. I'm sure it won't be too difficult to put something else to mind.

[FReepaholic]

This one's been in my head for 35 years:

"Dum dum dum dum..you got my brother but you didn't get me..dum dum dum dum...I hid behind your left kidney..."

It was the punch line to some sort of abortion joke. Catchy tune.

[timestax]

HoW bout"RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD",and "DROVE MY CHEVY TO THE LEVI, BUT THE LEVI WAS DRY".

[Tourist Guy]

Better Still:

PUT ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.

Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
And don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.

And ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet cause I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe

And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me

[1 FELLOW FREEPER]

Dizzy
I'm so dizzy my head is spinnin
Like a whirlpool it never ends
and its you girl making it spin
B A R F M A O

[Tourist Guy]

Brian Farris: Unoffial Don McLean Lyrics--American Pie

American Pie: Lyrics

American Pie by: Don McLean on: American Pie A long, long time ago... I can still remember How that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside The day the music died.

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die. "This'll be the day that I die." Did you write the Book of Love, And do you have faith in God above, If the bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock 'n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him `Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died. I started singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die. "This'll be the day that I die." Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone, But that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the King and Queen, In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me, Oh, and while the King was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned; No verdict was returned. And while Lennon read a book of Marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died. We were singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die. "This'll be the day that I die." Helter Skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter, Eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the Sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never got the chance! `Cause the players tried to take the field; The marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die. "This'll be the day that I die." Oh, and there we were all in one place, A generation lost in space With no time left to start again. So come on: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick! Jack Flash sat on a candlestick Cause fire is the Devil's only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite, I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die. "This'll be the day that I die." I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn't play. And in the streets: the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died. And they were singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die. "This'll be the day that I die." They were singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die."

[Neets]

I have a few questions for youse two goize.....

Just HOW MANY bottles of beer are there on the wall anyway???

And you only take one down to pass it around???