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Început de Abbie M., Sâm 8 mai 2010 · 20 răspunsuri · 5.841 vizualizări

Abbie M.9.599 mesaje#1

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.

Abbie M.9.599 mesaje#5

Weird Al Yankovic - Achy Breaky Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4M-4yDlvFo

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...

:lol2:

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

Editat Vin 12 aug 2011 22:15

Abbie M.9.599 mesaje#7

Dubliners - Come and Join the British Army

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMm3eUoA1No

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.

euinsami1.444 mesaje#8

"One way ticket to the moon" - Eruption

:bom: - 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 :doh:

Abbie M.9.599 mesaje#10

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

:rot:

Editat Sâm 29 oct 2011 02:28

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