Tamarack
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Post by Tamarack on Mar 29, 2012 7:30:38 GMT -5
Gentlemen, you have given me many chuckles since this thread appeared -- now I have pop songs stuck in my head!
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 29, 2012 9:14:55 GMT -5
Geek train sounding louder Ride on the geek train Eeeya eeeya eeeya eeeya Ride on the geek train
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Post by millring on Mar 29, 2012 9:18:54 GMT -5
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend, but then She's got my Mastercard
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Post by mnhermit on Mar 29, 2012 9:23:02 GMT -5
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady I could build a deck for you if I weren't so lazy
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 29, 2012 9:31:06 GMT -5
Sometimes when we touch, The scabies is too much, And I have to close my eyes and hide.
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Post by millring on Mar 29, 2012 9:33:22 GMT -5
Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me Todd
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 29, 2012 9:44:21 GMT -5
Oh Millring boy, the pots the pots are calling, From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
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Post by millring on Mar 29, 2012 9:59:21 GMT -5
Todd bless America Land that I love Stand beside her And guide her Through the night With the light From above
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 29, 2012 10:06:49 GMT -5
Millring, Millring, give the answer do I'm half crazy all for the pots you threw
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Post by millring on Mar 29, 2012 10:15:26 GMT -5
Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents. I'm going to be like Todd Frank. Would you like to know what kind of conversation goes on while they're loafing around Soundhole? Crying out, "Who's Lindsey Lohan?" Crying out, "Who's Kevin Costner" And talkin 'bout a wildlife camera one fine night Heading for the woodland.
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Post by omaha on Mar 29, 2012 10:32:21 GMT -5
I met him on a monday and my heart stood still. Fa la la la la, la la la la Somebody told me that his name was Bill Fa la la la la, la la la la
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 29, 2012 10:38:45 GMT -5
John Baughman was a man, Yes, a big man! With an eye like a beagle And as tall as a mountain was he!
John Baughman was a man, Yes, a big man! He'd jog through the forest With a malamute on a leash!
From the perfectly coiffed hair on the top of ol' John To the heel of his tennis shoe; The tallest, thinnest, potteryest man Indiana ever knew!
John Baughman was a man, Yes, a big man! And he fought for The Soundhole To make all Soundholians free!
What a Baughman! What a doer! What a dream come-er-true-er was he!
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Post by billhammond on Mar 29, 2012 18:15:26 GMT -5
If you go to San Francisco
Be sure to buy some San Francisco food ...
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Post by Jawbone on Mar 29, 2012 18:51:37 GMT -5
You know I`ve smoked a lot of grass O` Lord, I`ve popped a lot of pills But them spell checks you do Really tweaked my spirits, Bill
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 29, 2012 20:24:57 GMT -5
If you go to San Francisco
Be sure to buy some San Francisco food ... If you go to San Francisco Be sure to buy some San Francisco food ... If you're going to San Francisco You're going to meet some Rice a Roni there
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Post by millring on Mar 29, 2012 20:53:04 GMT -5
Why do birds suddenly appear Leaving droppings in your hair? Just like me, seems they don't think Much of you
La, la, la, la, la Much of you La, la, la, la, la Much of you
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 29, 2012 21:12:18 GMT -5
I've been alive forever, And I made the very first thongs, I put bits of cloth and strings together, I love asses, And I make the thongs.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2012 21:21:13 GMT -5
Come lather round people, Where ever you roam, And make sure that the water, Around you is warm, And accept it as truth, With tooth brush and comb, For it's time you are a'bathing.
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Post by frazer on Mar 30, 2012 2:10:39 GMT -5
Bacon was my first love And it will be my last....
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 30, 2012 20:54:17 GMT -5
Down the lane I walk with Typhoid Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries, It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
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