[Ruaraidh]

M-a inspirat un alt topic deschis azi de cineva, fapt pentru care ii multumesc. Deci hai sa radem si sa facem haz de necaz.

[Burel001]

[Ruaraidh]

[Silviubacky]

Cassa Loco-La Mall
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[Ruaraidh]

Weird Al Yankovic - Achy Breaky Song



You can torture me
With Donnie & Marie
You can play some Barry Manilow
Or you can play some schlock
Like New Kids On The Block
Or any Village People song you know
Or play Vanilla Ice
Hey, you can play him twice
And you can play the Bee Gees any day
But Mr. DJ, please
I'm beggin' on my knees
I just can't take no more of Billy Ray

Don't play that song
That "Achy Breaky" song
The most annoying song I know
And if you play that song
That "Achy Breaky" song
I might blow up my radio, ooo...

You can clear the room
By playind Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman or Zamfir
Don't mind a Yoko Ono marathon
Or play some Tiffany
On 8-track or CD
Or scrape your fingernails across the board
Or tie me to a chair
And kick me down the stairs
Just please don't play that stupid song no more

Don't play that song
That "Achy Breaky" song
You know I hate that song a bunch
And if you play that song
That nauseating song
It might just make me lose my lunch, ooo...

Don't play that song
That "Achy Breaky" song
I think it's driving me insane
Oh, please don't play that song
That irritating song
I'd rather have a pitchfork in my brain...

Don't play that song
That "Achy Breaky" song
The most annoying song I know
And if you play that song
That "Achy Breaky" song
I might blow up my radio, ooo-woo...



Melodia de mai jos a fost dedicata intr-o emisiune de catre Alan Watt tuturor specimenelor din inalta societate care practica eugenismul, aceleasi cateva familii casatorindu-si mereu membrii intre ei (inbreeding). Cand am auzit refrenul eram pe jos de ras.




I'm My Own Grandpa


Now many many years ago when I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life
My daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad
And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter who was also my stepmother

I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own granpa
It sounds funny I know,
But it really is so
Oh I'm my own grandpa

Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue
Because altho' she is my wife, she's my grandmother too

Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
For now I have become the strangest case I ever saw
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa

Aceasta postare a fost editata de Finnian: 12 August 2011 - 09:15 PM

[Aseneth]

Aceasta postare a fost editata de Aseneth: 12 August 2011 - 09:40 PM

[Ruaraidh]

Dubliners - Come and Join the British Army



When I was young, I used to be,
As fine a man as ever you'd see,
'til the Prince of Wales, he said to me,
Come and join the British army.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
They're lookin' for monkeys up in the zoo,
Says if I had a face like you
I'd join the British army.

Sarah Comden baked a cake,
It's all for poor old Slattery's sake,
I threw meself into the lake,
Pretendin' I was barmy.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll work me ticket home to you,
And f*ck the British army.

Sergeant Heeley went away,
And his wife got in the family way,
And the only words that she could say,
Was blame the British army.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
Me curse upon the Labour blue,
That took me darlin' boy from me,
To join the British army.

Corporal Sheen's a turn o' the 'bout,
Just give him a couple o' jars o' stout,
He'll bake the enemy with his mouth,
And save the British army.

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo,
I've made me mind up what to do,
Now I'll work me ticket home to you,
And f*ck the British army.

[euinsami]

"One way ticket to the moon" - Eruption

- cu echipa de dans -dintre colegele de an I fac.-, prestatie de inchidere a festivitatii de iesire din randul 'bobocilor'. Din scena nu se vedeau spectatorii;
ulterior am aflat ca erau si -greii-profesori

[Black Passion]

Hihi






Am vrut sa pun cea cu sprayu dar tocmai am vazut ca este.Foarte tare!

Aceasta postare a fost editata de Carmen Adriana: 05 September 2011 - 12:39 AM

[Ruaraidh]

Killieburn Brae

There was an ould man down by Killiburn Brae – Riful, riful, tidi foldey
There was an ould man down by Killiburn Brae
Had a curse of a wife for most of his days Chorus:
With me riful doldol, tidi folol
Fola doldol da dolda doldey

One day as this man he walked out in the glen - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
One day as this man he walked out in the glen
Well he met with the divil, says ”How are ye then?”

The divil he says ”I have come for your wife” - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
The divil he says ”I have come for your wife”
For I hear she`s the curse and the bane of your life

So the divil he hoisted her up on his back - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
And away off to hell, with her he did whack

And when at last they came to hell`s gates - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
And when at last they came to hell`s gates
Well she lifted her stick and she battered his pate

There were two little divils there tied up in chains - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
There were two little divils there tied up in chains
Well she lifted her stick and she scattered their brains

There were two other divils there roaring like bulls - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
There were two other divils there roaring like bulls
And she lifted her stick and she battered their skulls

There were two other divils there playing at ball - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
There were two other divils there playing at ball
She lifted her stick and she battered them all

So the divil he hoisted her up on his back - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
So the divil he hoisted her up on his back
They were seven years coming and days going back

And when they came back to Killiburn Brae - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
And when they came back to Killiburn Brae
Well the divil he cried and he shouted hooray

Says he, me good man, here`s your wife safe and well - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
Says he, me good man, here`s your wife safe and well
For the likes of herself we would not have in hell

Which proves that the women are worse than the men - Riful, riful, tidi foldey
Which proves that the women are worse than the men
When they go down to hell they are thrown out again

Aceasta postare a fost editata de Finnian: 29 October 2011 - 01:28 AM