my "teen idol" phase*not true.
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Thursday, November 03, 2005
Song Lyric Contest!
OK, I could potentially really embarrass myself here, and so can you. Here's how: write some song lyrics and submit them in the "comments" section along with two box tops from Kellogg's Special K (or the street drug variant). The lyrics shouldn't be too long and I would recommend that they include a repeat-chorus style arrangement to work with. I will then record a song based on whichever singular submission that I select as the best. If no one replies then I will either go on a drinking binge or write an instrumental. The finished work will be posted here as a link to an MP3 that you can download and listen to. Doesn't that sound like fun? Knock yourselves up -I mean out!
my "teen idol" phase
Offer applies only in the planetary sphere known as "Earth". Song submissions are welcome from friends and family and employees of geritopia without limitation or restrictions. Finished song becomes property of Geritopia Industries Inc. and her subsidiaries, including ChewyBeefstick records. Song may be slightly edited to conform to music patterns and/or arrangement. Spam in the comments section are also legitimate contenders. Winner receives a burnt piece of bacon* Offer expires on 11-10-05.
*not true.
my "teen idol" phase*not true.
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I'd like you to know I stubbed my toe.
It happened in the second row,It's the one with the bow.
I have a pet crow his name is George.
GEORGE-GEORGE-GEORGE-GEORGE-GEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORGE.
My car stalled and I needed a tow.
It died on the street with all the HO's.
I tried so hard to make it Go.
But it burst into flames and boy did it glow.
The tow truck driver put it out with a hoe.
He said to me go with the flow,I will complain to your boss man Joe,
I asked him his name he said it was..
George.
GEORGE-GEORGE-GEORGE-GEORGE-
GEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORGE.
Thank you!.......I'm here all week try the veal.....Thank you! Goodnight!
Sandpiper.
great blog you have here
i enjoyed it. thanks
"Whack-a-Mole-Ma-Rig-a-Ma-Role!"
Cajoling Bodacious Decorum Behooves the Antithesis in Offensive Diatribes
While the Stymied Dichotomy of Rampant Frigidity Prevails to the Snide
A Juggernaut Mocks Capitulation as to Tantalize the Pompous Pompadours
Into Provocation of Humdrum Machiavelian Melodies Adored
Nonetheless, “Huff & Puff” Ye Lampoonist and Harpoon "Old Fandangle Bear"
Redeem thy Habeas Corpus from Perpetuated Hypnosis no Matter
Repugnant Tribulation Flare
Shall Trigonometry or Calculus Free
Thy Boondoggle Veil?
Redundant Upheaval Purge to Somersault Beyond Subservient Hell!
Soothsayer!....Dragon Slayer!....
We Pom Pom Cheer!
For “We the People” shall rise from
The Ashes to be Here
Proclamation......Revelation....
Ha! Ha! Profundity!
Grandiloquence.....Fancy Dance..... Metamorphous of Stupidity!
Whack-a-Mole-Ma-Rig-a-Ma-Role!
Don’t wanna be no Sleazy Ho!
Whack-a-Mole-Ma-Rig-a-Ma-Role!
Get off the Drift of Merry-a-Go-Go!
Whack-a-Mole-Ma-Rig-a-Ma-Role!
Don't wanna Know? Oh No! Know! Know!
Whack-a-Mole-Ma-Rig-a-Ma-Role!
You Yo-Yo!.....You Yo-Yo!.....etc.
(Fade over the Yo-Yos....
"Punt! Redundant Pundits!")
By Dick Edgemont
Copyright 2005
ANOTHER VERSION AS INTERPRETED BY
DANIEL WEBSTER.........
"Whack-a-Mole-Ma-Rig-a-Ma-Role!"
Persuading Arrogant Socially Proper Interpretation of
The Status Quo is the Complete Opposite to thy Bitter Verbal Attacks.
While the Obstructive Separation of Unrestrained Manners of
Cold Sterility is Found Most
Commonly with the Sarcastic.
An Onslaught of Divinity
Ridicules Surrender only
To Tease and Torment the
Arrogant Flaky Ruling Elite.
Into Challenging the Dull Variety of the Unscrupulous and or “Ends Justifies the Means” Crowd to Wanting All to Sing-Along-Songs as to be Kiss-Butted to.
No matter, Try as You Might Oh Jester
To Take Down Those Dressed-up
Phantom Monsters of Humanity
Take Back Your Rights from
Your Sleepy Ongoing Daze
No matter how Dirty the Difficult Task.
Shall the Scientists with their
Equations Save Your Sorry Butt?
A Puking Society Over & Over Again
Will Most Likely Finally
“Get Sick of Being Sick” to go Beyond being
Mere Slaves of the Robotic Machine that has become Society's Demise.
To thy “Chosen Ones” who
“Still have Imagination”
And thy “Warriors of Justice”....
We Salute You!
For the Common Man will Always
Rise Again from the Trash Heap of Injustice.
Illusionary Façade...Pretend Reality.....
Turn it Around onto Itself!
Awake! Awake! from being “Just Mere Dumb Bunny Puppets!”
Destroy the Hidden Varmints of Deception! etc..........
(The rest being so obvious, needs no further interpretation.)
Thank-you,
Dan
It Doesn't Have To Be Like This
You've got me running in circles
But I can never catch you
Why do you torment me like this?
When you know it's so uncool
If only you'd look out the window
You'd see so many possibilities
But instead, you're all over the place
And that's really bugging me
So.....fly away annoying bubble bee
I've given you the chance to finally bee free
You know, some wouldn't have been so kind
They'd of smashed you already
Against the window blind
Even though I've said I'd
Never hurt a fly in the end
I've grown tired of trying to be your friend
It Doesn't Have To Be Like This
written by Mr. Jingles
Copyright 1952
there was a man bojangles and he danced for me, in old soft shoes...
i've got two song lyrics submitted here with copyright notices tagged to the end. or... or are they part of the song itself, perhaps? yeah, that must be it. ok, great.
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