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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 23, 2005 18:37:12 GMT -5
...there ain't nothin' in the world that he won't do* Other mondegreens: You see the sky, The sky's in love with you. Oh Lord, please don't let me be Miss Sunday School. Here come the Jetsons, 1-2-3 Come on, crippled creep... I wish they'd offer me California Girls Lucy's getting high with Linus But if you go carrying pictures of German mouths This is ground control to Major Tongue Lookin' for my log shaken assault. Like a nine stone cowboy Gypsies, Trans-Am thieves There's a bathroom on the right I wanna know have you ever seen Lorraine? It's like looking into a mirror and seeing a Polish star
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Post by HabbaDasher on Jan 24, 2005 9:49:45 GMT -5
'xcuse me, while I kiss this guy
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Post by BadCompany on Jan 24, 2005 10:03:37 GMT -5
Bagels and lox in the hot sun, I fought the lox, and the lox won. (Oy vey!)
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 24, 2005 10:04:00 GMT -5
Slow motion Walter The fire engine guy.
Well I work all day and I piddle in a can.
I want my own TV!
The pope don't work cause the vandals took the candles.
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Post by franko on Jan 24, 2005 15:51:58 GMT -5
Don't let your son go d . . . oh. Never mind.
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 24, 2005 17:21:26 GMT -5
Don't let your son go d . . . oh. Never mind. True story. Lola Superstar (sometimes nearly her real name), a friend of mine, was tending bar at a neighbourhood watering hole. A bunch of regulars were pissing away the time at the bar by playing guess that tune. You got it, Lola enthusiastically blurted out the above incomplete hum-dinger in its fullness. Never seen so many relatively sober people fall off their barstools at the same time. Never seen a bartender look like a thermometer before. * On a dark desert highway, Cool Whip in my hair Desperado, You've been outright offensive for so long now Sweet dreams of maitre'ds Rock me, I'm a dumbass Wave to Dave and wave to Mike I'm hot blooded, check me for fleas
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Post by blaise on Jan 24, 2005 19:14:40 GMT -5
Slow motion Walter The fire engine guy. Well I work all day and I piddle in a can. I want my own TV! The pope don't work cause the vandals took the candles. This thread is already as silly can be, so what harm could a little extra do? OK, here we go. So Walter wants a trannie? Pre-op? Post-op? Cross-dresser? Someone in a Maple Leaf jersey? He could take a late night stroll in downtown Toronto or answer a classified ad.
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 24, 2005 19:37:45 GMT -5
Lester, Lester, Lester, Lester, Lester Littlebit
When my shawl was in the lost and found, you came along to claim it.
Jacques the Monkey! Jacques the Monkey!
Makes me wanna holler Throw up on my hands
We've got a thing and it's called red eye love
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Post by Habs_fan_in_LA on Jan 25, 2005 0:06:35 GMT -5
I'll remember this thread when I'm asked "Who was most affected by the lockout?"
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 25, 2005 2:52:35 GMT -5
We're coming to your town We hope your potty ain't down
Give me the Beach Boys and free my soul...
We still wave at Gloria down by the courthouse
Cheese scones, ooh-ah
Little Darling I feel that acid slowly melting
Gonna pour gravy on you
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Post by MC Habber on Jan 25, 2005 22:45:29 GMT -5
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Post by MC Habber on Jan 25, 2005 23:30:18 GMT -5
Someone saved my life tonight. => Someone shaved my wife tonight.
I get knocked down, but I get up again. => I got no towel, but I got underpants.
I wanna be sedated => I want a piece of Danish
You make me righteous. => You make me write checks.
I wanna rock n roll all night and part of every day!
Born to be wild => Born chubby - waaaaaaaah!
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 26, 2005 5:14:43 GMT -5
Some writers were talking falsely now that I was getting laid
This is the end, This is the end of the venison
She's a muscular boy, better take her from me
My goat knows the bowling score
She was a law school woman in a black dress
If you like bean enchiladas, and getting caught in the rain
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Post by HabbaDasher on Jan 26, 2005 12:22:30 GMT -5
lol. Some good ones in there.... ;D
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 26, 2005 12:37:23 GMT -5
I believe in Milkbones Wear your bra You sexy thing
I'd like to know where you got the nosejob
A look in the eye seems to pass me by and I'll be dancing with Marcel
Eisenhower face.. you're such a big disgrace.. your Eisenhower face..
Do I love you, my oh my River deep, my behind
I'm the god of Velveeta, baby
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Post by HabbaDasher on Jan 26, 2005 13:21:30 GMT -5
You crack me up, Mr. B... ;D
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 26, 2005 13:46:14 GMT -5
Billie Jean has got my rubber
And the piano, it sounds like a carnivore
You made the rice, I made the gravy But it just may be some tuna fish you're lookin for...
She's got electric boobs, her mom has two
I remember when Iraq was young.....
Freedom is another word for nothing else to do
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Post by Skilly on Jan 26, 2005 14:15:15 GMT -5
In the song "Blue" the chorus go "la be de la be da ...... ", well I have a friend who insists they are actually saying "I'm in need of a guy, I'm in need of a guy". Ever since he told me I hear it to. Also, the song "Black and Blue" by Haywire. For years I thought they were saying "My can of milk" instead of "black and blue", until I sung it one day and was laughed at. I still hear "my can of milk" though.
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 26, 2005 14:46:01 GMT -5
All we are is destined to win
Ah, shake shake shake shake shake shake shake your fool head
You're Idi Amin You're Idi Amin
My sure boner
If there's a bustle in your head, Jerome don't be a lawman
You need Kool-Aid Well maybe I made Kool-Aid
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Post by MC Habber on Jan 26, 2005 20:10:25 GMT -5
In the song "Blue" the chorus go "la be de la be da ...... ", well I have a friend who insists they are actually saying "I'm in need of a guy, I'm in need of a guy". Ever since he told me I hear it to. I'm blue, if I were green I would die. I'm blue, I will bleed I will die.
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Jan 26, 2005 20:31:22 GMT -5
A working class heel is thumping the beat
The legend goes on 'cause some chicks passed it down To the people they call bitches and gloomy
Poppadom peach
Everybody plays the flutes and chimes
Be sure to wear sunflowers in your hair
I'm hurt She's mad Wedding bells are going to chime
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Feb 2, 2005 19:33:55 GMT -5
Once more into the bleach:
Wrapped up like a douche Another rumour in the night
I shot Sherry But I did not shoot him dead you see
Exodus Move a bunch a people
Milo does it good and only Milo does it good to-o-o-o me-e-e-e
Little men die
Hang on stupid Stupid hang on
Don't let your life pass you by Whiffle balls of memory
Drove a machete into the levy but the levy won't die
And he looks at her and says Darlin', I remember when you cooked sauerkraut
Do you come from a land down under Where women blow the men asunder
I'm never gonna dance again Can't you see I've got no rhythm
A gay pair of guys Put up a parking lot
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Feb 5, 2005 17:46:11 GMT -5
I am the Walrus Ooh caoutchouc : I've got two chickens to paralyze... Then I saw her face Now I'm gonna leave her You're my one eyed girl Midnight after you're wasted I can see Shirley now Lorraine has gone The wife I love is making music with my friends Just call me angel of the morning, angel Just brush my teeth before you leave me, baby Let's get biblical, biblical Here we are now; we're contagious Carob Bean Queen ...you might as well face it, you're a dickhead in love Who ya gonna call? Those bastards!
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Post by M. Beaux-Eaux on Mar 9, 2005 22:14:36 GMT -5
I'm cheese, cheese ballin'
And I want that cow
I can't, I can't, I can't stand music...
We are spareribs in the material world
You can drain my liver in an old fruit jar
You ain't never cut a record and you ain't no friend of mine
...I'm standing in the middle of life with my pants behind me
Little red corset Baby you're much too fat
Mitch Miller, no, he will not let you go
We will, we will rob you
Life would be ecstasy You and me and Leslie
Let's pee in the corner, Let's pee in the spotlight
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