Broke 0 #1 March 4, 2006 and this is my wife she is frosting a cake with a paper knife All what we've got here is American maid It's al little bit cheesey but it's nicely displayedDivot your source for all things Hillbilly. Anvil Brother 84 SCR 14192 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SkydiveStMarys 0 #2 March 4, 2006 You have been very bored today...haven't you? Post whoring left and right..... But your "reaching" with this thread. BobbiA miracle is not defined by an event. A miracle is defined by gratitude. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Broke 0 #3 March 4, 2006 Google this Frank Zappa Flakes lyricsDivot your source for all things Hillbilly. Anvil Brother 84 SCR 14192 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SkydiveStMarys 0 #4 March 4, 2006 Sorry...poor excuse for a thread. BobbiA miracle is not defined by an event. A miracle is defined by gratitude. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Broke 0 #5 March 4, 2006 Trying to get a sing along. Allthough it is Friday, so most people are probibly out and about. Where is Suds when you need him?Divot your source for all things Hillbilly. Anvil Brother 84 SCR 14192 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SkydiveStMarys 0 #6 March 4, 2006 I love music...ALL kinds.....wide variety.....but Frank Zappa? Never, ever could get "into" him...sorry your singing alone for now. BobbiA miracle is not defined by an event. A miracle is defined by gratitude. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Broke 0 #7 March 4, 2006 alll by myself alllllll by myselelfDivot your source for all things Hillbilly. Anvil Brother 84 SCR 14192 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SkydiveStMarys 0 #8 March 4, 2006 Thats not Frank..... BobbiA miracle is not defined by an event. A miracle is defined by gratitude. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Broke 0 #9 March 4, 2006 I know silly... just am really boredDivot your source for all things Hillbilly. Anvil Brother 84 SCR 14192 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jlkskycam 0 #10 March 4, 2006 Quoteand this is my wife she is frosting a cake with a paper knife All what we've got here is American maid It's al little bit cheesey but it's nicely displayed "Dumb all over, A little ugly on the side..." Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Broke 0 #11 March 4, 2006 Well we don't get excited when it Crumbles 'n' breaks We just get on the phone And call up some flakes They rush on over 'N' wreck it some more 'N' we are so dumb They're linin' up at our doorDivot your source for all things Hillbilly. Anvil Brother 84 SCR 14192 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
JohnMitchell 14 #12 March 4, 2006 Dina Moe hum Dina Moe hum Oh where oh where Is it coming from? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jlkskycam 0 #13 March 4, 2006 Disco Boy Run to the toilet, honey, Comb your hair Disco Boy Pucker yer lip, 'N check yer shoulder, 'Cause some dandruff might be Hidin' there! Disco Boy, You're the DISCO KING! Aw, the Disco-Thing Made you think Someday, That you Just might GO SOMEWHERE! Disco Girl! You're 'out-a-site'! You need a Disco Boy To treat you right He'll do a little dance; Take you home tonight (Leave his hair alone, But you can kiss his comb) Disco Boy! Run to the toilet boy, 'N comb your hair Disco Boy! Shake it more than three times 'n yer playin' with it (WOW!) While yer standin' there! (Well . . . ) Disco Boy! Do the Bump every night, 'til the Disco Girl Who's REALLY RIGHT Gonna fall for yer line, 'N feed you a box fulla Chicken Delight! Disco chit-chat; so demure! Pump that booty all across the floor! A disco drink A disco wink "You never go doody!" (That's what you think) "You never go doody!" (That's what you think) "You never go doody!" (That's what you think) Doody Ah, go doody Doody You never go doody Doody You never go doody Doody You never go doody Doody You never go doody Ah, baby, doody No doody Doody Ah, baby, doody Disco Boy! You got one more chance To comb your hair again Disco Boy! They're closin' the bar, And she's leavin' with your friend! Disco Boy, That's the way it goes, So wipe your nose, 'N try it again, To get a little pussy tomorrow! Disco Boy, No one understands, But thank THE LORD That you still got hands To help you do that jerkin' that'll Blot out yer Disco Sorrow! It's Disco Love tonight Make sure you look all right It's Disco Love tonight Make sure you look all right Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Broke 0 #14 March 4, 2006 I couldn't say where she's coming from But I just met a lady named Dinah Moe Hum She strolled on over said look here dum I've got a fourty dollar bill that says you can't make me cum you just can't do it She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb she prove anytime all men were skum I don't mind that she called me a bum but I knew she was really gonna cum So I got down to it I slipped off her bloomers stiffned my thumb and applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked and stroked till my wrist got numb But I didn't near no Dinah Moe HumDivot your source for all things Hillbilly. Anvil Brother 84 SCR 14192 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jlkskycam 0 #15 March 4, 2006 It was the blackest night There was no moon in sight You know the stars ain’t shinin’ ’cause the sky’s too tight I heard the scarey wind I seen some ugly trees There was a werewolf honkin’ ’long the side of me I’m mean ’n I’m bad, y’know I ain’t no sissy Got a big-titty girly by the name of chrissy Talkin’ about her ’n my bike ’n me... ’n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery I noticed even the crickets Was actin’ weird up here And so I figured I might Just drink a little beer I said, gimme summa that what yer suckin’ on... But there was no reply ’cause she was gone... Where’s those titties that I like so well ’n my goddamn beer! Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise Like a crunchin’ twig, ’n up jumped the devil...he’s about this big... He had a red suit on An’ a widow’s peak An’ then a pointed tail ’n like a sulphur reek Yes, it was him awright I sweared I knowed it was He had some human flesh Stuck underneath his claws You know it looked to me Like it was titty skin I said, you sonofabitch! ’cause I was mad at him, Well he just got out his floss ’n started cleanin’ his fang So I shot him with my shooter Said: bang bang bang Then the sucker just laughed ’n said, put it away... You know, I ate her all up...now what you Gonna say? You ate my chrissy? titties ’n all! Well, what about the beer then, boy? were the cans This tall? Even her boots? would I lie to you? Shit, you musta been hungry! yes, this is true. Well don’t they pay you good for the Stuff that you do? Well, you know, I can’t complain when the checks come through... Well I want my chrissy, ’n I want my beer So you just barf it back up now, devil, Do you hear? Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the devil, Do you understand? just what will you give me For your Titties and beer? I suppose you noticed this little Contract here... yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore, Don’t call me that That’s about the only reason ...gimme that paper...bet yer ass I’ll sign... ’cause I need a beer, ’n it’s titty-squeezin’ time Man, you can’t fool me...you ain’t that bad... I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls I had... Why there was milhous nixon ’n agnew, too... ’n both of those suckers was worse ’n you... Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true I mean, you’re the devil, so whatcha gonna do? (improvised dialog) Wait a minute...a tinge of doubt crosses my mind...when you say... That you want to make a deal with me... That’s very, very true I’m only interested in two things Yeah? See if you can guess what they are I would think...uh...let’s see, maybe stravinsky... I’ll give you two clues. let go of your pickle What? Let go of your pickle! I’m not holding my pickle Well, who’s holding your pickle then? I don’t know...she’s out in the audience... Hey dale, would you like to come up here and hold My pickle to satisfy this weird man out on the stage? I’m only interested in two things, and that’s Titties and beer You know what I mean? What? Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer Titties and beer! Titties and beer! I don’t know if you’re the right guy? Titties and beer! Titties and beer! No! don’t sign it! give me time to think... I mean hold on a second boy, ’cause that’s magic ink! And then the devil let go of his pickle And out come my girl, there was her titties Flop-floppin’...all around the world She said I got me three beers and a fistful of downs And I’m gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns! Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff That’s when the devil, he farted And she went right over the cliff! The devil was mad, I took off to my pad I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
