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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"The Night Chicago Died"
"Billy, Don't Be A Hero"
And who can forget the song "Convoy" ("Breaker 1-9, this here's the duck"). The lyrics to that song will be ingrained in my head forever. There, I think I've done enough damage on this thread already. Got a copy on you Big Ben, this here's the Duck, bye-bye.
I heard there is no Christmas
In the silly Middle East
No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus
They have different religious beliefs
They believe in Muhammad
And not in our holiday
And so every December
I go to the Middle East and say...
"Hey there Mr. Muslim
Merry f**king Christmas
Put down that book the Koran
And hear some holiday wishes.
In case you haven't noticed
It's Jesus's birthday.
So get off your heathen Muslim ass
and f**king celebrate.
There is no holiday season in India I've heard
They don't hang up their stockings
And that is just absurd!
They've never read a Christmas story.
They don't know what Rudolph is about
And that is why in December
I'll go to India and shout...
Hey there Mr. Hinduist
Merry f**king Christmas
Drink eggnog and eat some beef
And pass it to the missus.
In case you haven't noticed
It's Jesus's birthday
So get off your heathen Hindu ass
and f**king celebrate!
Now I heard that in Japan
Everyone just lives in sin
They pray to several gods
And put needles in their skin.
On December 25th
All they do is eat a cake
And that is why I go to Japan
And walk around and say...
Hey there Mr. Shintoist
Merry f**king Christmas
God is going to kick your ass
You infidelic pagan scum.
In case you haven't noticed
There's festive things to do
So lets all rejoice for Jesus
And Merry f**king Christmas to you.
On Christmas day I travel `round the world and say,
Taoists, Krishnas, Buddhists, and all you atheists too,
Merry F**king Christmas, To You!
(Clapping)
Thank you Mr. hat
and....
Everybody was Kung-Fu fighting...
My son sings this stupid song all the time and now I have it in my mind and it won't go away. He just made it up and it drives me crazy.
"I found my thrill,
On Blueberry Hill . . ."
"The wind in the willow made,
A sweet melody . . ."
"Strangers in the night,
Exchanging glances.
Lovers at first sight,
What were the chances . . ."
And, you haven't lived until you've heard Tiny Tim's rendition of "Stairway to Heaven" with the Brave Combo...
Merry Christmas, fellow Freepers. In honor of the occasion, I shall not make available any of the forementioned...
Green acres is the place to be
Farm living is the life for me
Land spreading out,
so far and wide
Keep Manhattan,
just give me that countryside.
New York
is where I'd rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay
I just adore a penthouse view
Darling, I love you,
but give me Park Avenue.
The Chores !
The Stores!
Fresh air!
Times Square!
You are my wife. Goodbye city life.
Green Acres, we are there!
Welcome to the company of the d**med (VBG). I suggest a two-pronged strategy to get rid of the song you son has inflicted on you:
1. Earplugs.
2. Treat yourself to a makeover and massage, get yourself a little black dress, then get your husband to take you to the best jazz club in the city. Good music can help overwrite bad in your memory.
Or hum Michelle for just a little while. Michelle will replace anything.
That's the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it, uh huh, uh huh....
K.C. and the Sunshine Band (Shakespeare of the 70's)
Thanks for the memories
Regards,
This song was gratuitously inserted in the recent movie, "A Knight's Tale" and ruined it.
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