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| | #102 |
| Her Hitler hairdo is making me feel ill | I only shoop woops and/or damns when it is required. |
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| | #104 |
| Her Hitler hairdo is making me feel ill | OH **** SOMEBODY SHOOT HIM DOWN. |
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| | #105 |
| Hello, VGF. I want to play a game... | That Spongebob pic should be rigged into every 9-year-olds computer. Imagine the mass-scarring. |
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| | #107 |
| Her Hitler hairdo is making me feel ill | I liked Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy for the first couple seasons, then I got out of it. I like Spongebob as well. I think it's pretty close. |
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| | #108 |
| Hello, VGF. I want to play a game... | No, Pix. I don't think either of them are very funny. But they still both had some humorous points. |
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| | #109 |
| Look Into My Eyes, You Blood-Thirsty Thing... Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: That one place. Gender: Posts: 6,655 Thanks: 124 Thanked 312 Times in 248 Posts | Margalargapoo! |
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| | #110 |
| Her Hitler hairdo is making me feel ill | Poor old Johnny Ray, sounded sad upon the radio; Put the million hearts in mono. Our mothers cried, sang along, who'd blame them? You're grown (You're grown up) So grown. (So grown up.) Now I must say more than ever. Come On Eileen. Toora, loora, toora loorye aye. we can sing just like our fathers. Come On Eileen, oh I swear (well he means) at this moment. You mean ev'rything. you in that dress, my thoughts I confess, verge on the dirty. Ah, Come On Eileen. Come On Eileen, These people round here, wear beaten down eyes, Sunk in smoke dried faces, they're so resigned to what their fate is, But not us (no never), no not us (no Never), we are far too young and clever. (Remember) Toora, loora, toora, loorye, aye. I'll hum this tune forever. Come on Eileen, Oh I swear (well he means) Ah come on let's, take off everything, please wear that dress, Eileen (Tell him yes) Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, that pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes), Aah come on let's. Aah, Come on Eileen. Pleassse... Come On, Eileen, Tooloorye aye Come On, Eileen, Tooloorye, aye, toora. Now you're all grown (toora), Now you (toora) have shown (toora), Oh! Eileen. Said, you've (You) grown (toora) (its strange that our feelings have grown), so grown (toora) (about how you feel)! Now (toora) I (toora) must (toora) say (toora) more (toora) than ever, things round here will change. I said, Toora (toora), loora, toora (toora), loorye (toora), aye (toora, toora, toora). Come On Eileen, oh I swear (well he means) at this moment. You mean ev'rything. you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess), verge on the dirty. Ah, Come On Eileen. Come On Eileen, oh I swear (well he means) at this moment. You mean ev'rything. you in that dress, Oh, my thoughts (I confess), verge on the dirty. Come On Eileen, oh, ho, ho, (well he means) oh, ho, ho, ... |
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| | #111 |
| Hello, VGF. I want to play a game... | Thin Lizzy - Waiting For An Alibi Valentino's got a bookie shop and what he takes He gives for what he's got And what he's got he says he has not Stole from anyone It's not that he don't tell the truth Or even that he misspent his youth It's just he holds the proof But you know there's something's wrong Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Valentino's in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last bet Against the odds he smokes another cigarette Says that it helps him to forget He's a nervous wreck It's not that he misses much Or even that he's lost his lucky touch It's just he gambles so much And you know that it's wrong Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting just to catch your eye Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Try to say I told you, I told you Waiting for an alibi Waiting just to catch your eye Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Valentino got nowhere to go On his own like Romeo Blow by blow he watches his money go Now he's oh, so low It's not that he misses her Or even that he can't resist her It's just that kissin' her He feels so strong Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting just to hold you Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi To say I told you Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi |
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| | #112 |
| Her Hitler hairdo is making me feel ill | It's early morning The sun comes out Last night was shaking And pretty loud My cat is purring And scratches my skin So what is wrong With another sin The bitch is hungry She needs to tell So give her inches And feed her well More days to come New places to go I've got to leave It's time for a show Here I am, rock you like a hurricane Here I am, rock you like a hurricane My body is burning It starts to shout Desire is coming It breaks out loud Lust is in cages Till storm breaks loose Just have to make it With someone I choose The night is calling I have to go The wolf is hungry He runs to show He's licking his lips He's ready to win On the hunt tonight For love at first sting Here I am, rock you like a hurricane Here I am, rock you like a hurricane Here I am, rock you like a hurricane Here I am, rock you like a hurricane |
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| Hello, VGF. I want to play a game... | Thin Lizzy - Whiskey In The Jar As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains. I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'. I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier. I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya. I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny. I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly. She swore that she loved me, never would she leave me. But the devil take that woman, yeah for you know she tricked me easy. Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar-o. Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber. Takin' money with me and I never knew the danger. For about six or maybe seven, yeah in walks Captain Farrell. I jumped up, fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels. Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar-o. Now some men like the fishin' some men like the fowlin', Some men like ta hear, ta hear the cannon ball a roarin'. Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber. But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah. Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar-o yeah. Whiskey in the jar-o. Musha ring dum a do dum a da, Musha ring dum a do dum a da hey, Musha ring dum a do dum a da, Musha ring dum a do dum a da hey. |
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| | #114 |
| Her Hitler hairdo is making me feel ill | Well, I'm BREAKIN DA CHAIN of the lyric posts. I'm gonna go to bed. Later y'all. |
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| | #115 |
| Look Into My Eyes, You Blood-Thirsty Thing... Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: That one place. Gender: Posts: 6,655 Thanks: 124 Thanked 312 Times in 248 Posts | G'NIGHT, WORLD. |
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