Posted on 03/10/2008 1:15:32 PM PDT by doug from upland
Eliot, you're Number 9...we have one who's really fine
Do you think you're man enough for her?
She can do amazing things...we guarantee a smile she'll bring
She's hoping you're someone who makes her purr
Do you think you'll make her purr?
Hey, Eliot, you're number 9...you only get so much time
She's a girl who loves diamonds and fur
While she is here granting your wishes
Your wife's at home doing dishes
In more ways than one you're screwed for sure
Hey, Eliot, what's next...hey, Eliot, you looked vexed
It's really some sight to see...what about your fam'ly?
Time for resignation..and stop the fornication
Joseph Bruno's getting the last laugh
This is more than a small gaff
Eliot, you're Number 9...we have one who's really fine
Do you think you're man enough for her?
She really does amazing things...we guarantee a big smile she'll bring
She is hoping you can make her purr
Do you think that you can make her purr?
Do you think that you can make her purr?
Hillary loses another super delegate.
Spitzer thread # 17 in the last 2 hours.
(But who’s counting?)
One time for a lunchtime jog, Governor Clinton was serviced in the bushes by a crack cocaine hooker, possibly the mother of his son (Danny Williams).
Number 9 Dream
John Lennon (no apologies necessary)
So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me
Took a walk down the street
Thru the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear (hear, hear, hear)
Somebody call out my name as it started to rain
Two spirits dancing so strange
Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
Dream, dream away
Magic in the air, was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say, what more can I say?
On a river of sound
Thru the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel)
Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding
Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
I wonder if customer no. 9 was given a discount because he was the attorney general?
It doesn’t matter. The taxpayers of NY probably picked up the tab. He didn’t need to dicker. (pun intended)
If he’s not an elected official, he is not a super delegate.
Ya suppose Hank Greenburg is having a good chuckle right about now?
This is what happens when your wife wears pant-suits.
I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
You know that pimp with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little tarts to me...I'm Client Number Nine!
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been this way since 1986
She looked at my equipment and she made a magic sign
She said, "You need some tricks tonight...my Client Number Nine!"
She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
"Like Clinton, I'm gonna do you right here at the sink"
It smelled like turpentine and it wasn't quite pink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, man did it stink!
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started humpin' everything in sight
But when I humped a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He busted my Lib-@$$, yes...I'm Client Number Nine
------ guitar solo ------
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, man did it stink!
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started humpin' everything in sight
But when I humped a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He busted my Lib-@$$, yes...I'm Client Number Nine
I'm Client Number Nine
I'm Client Number Nine
I'm Client Number Nine
Doug, here’s a start on “Love Potion Number 9” becoming “You’re Client Number 9”:
LOVE POTION NUMBER NINE
(Leiber / Stoller)
I took my troubles down to Wash-DC
You know that place with those cor-rupt Ds
And then I got a pad at the local Hotel-Fine
And then I called my friend up, Its Client Number 9!
She told that she had a real hot chick
But it was going to cost some real big Sticks
She looked at the log-book and then she starts to rhyme
Just have your money ready, youre Client Number 9!
I went to the concierge and he gave me wink
He said if youre like Bubba you might consider the sink
I told him that I did not know what to think
I held my nose, I pulled my ears, I start to Blink!
I had to wait until its late at night
And then old Kristen showed and she was RIGHT!
But then I kissed the girl on the back of the spine,
She turned to me and then she said youre Client Number 9!
NO, NO! Use the Beatles, use “Love Potion Number 9” but please don’t take Roger Miller’s musical legacy down this road.
ROFL!!!
OKAY, HERE IS LOVE POTION NUMBER 9 - http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1983526/posts
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