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Post by Phaedrus on Sept 1, 2011 21:08:33 GMT -5
Debbie Gibson is pregnant with my two
headed love child
It's a bigfoot baby all covered in fur now
Stark raving naked in the fornication nation
We were secretly married out in Las Vegas
at a little bitty chapel,
Joan Collins married us
rootin tootin, ain't high falutin'
Rick Astley is a pantywaist, match my butt with his face
He's teeny tiny two inches of terror, they're all gonna
scare you
Hairbrained cockamamie knuckleheaded idjit galoot
No truth to the rumor about Spuds and Debbie G--
only went to the motel, just to watch a little TV
Hate that dog, he must die
Saxophone solo
T-T-T-T-T-Tiffany, is wrestling in jello
Body slamming Debbie G, they're covered head
to toe
h*** on, my h*** on
Repeat first verse
I'm stark raving naked in the fornication nation
Stark raving naked in the fornication nation
Stark raving naked in the fornication..........nation.......!!
By Mojo Nixon, who else?
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Post by azvb on Sept 2, 2011 11:28:26 GMT -5
Phaedrus, is that really a song?  |
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Post by Phaedrus on Sept 2, 2011 14:12:53 GMT -5
Phaedrus, is that really a song? Yep. Look it up. It's a video too. With Winona Ryder playing Debbie Gibson. |
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Post by mikegarrison on Sept 2, 2011 14:34:27 GMT -5
Phaedrus, is that really a song? Sure it is! Mojo Nixon. |
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Post by azvb on Sept 2, 2011 16:42:04 GMT -5
Wow - who knew Wynona Ryder did such insightful acting before she started shoplifting.  |
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Post by Thrill of the 'ville on Sept 2, 2011 23:15:52 GMT -5
Really some people here have never heard of Mojo Nixon? (insert Dead Milkmen reference here)
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Post by BearClause on Sept 3, 2011 11:28:13 GMT -5
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Post by BearClause on Sept 3, 2011 11:30:48 GMT -5
I won't post the lyrics, but AC/DC's YouShook Me All Night Long was pretty well known for having some of the silliest lyrics.
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Post by BearClause on Sept 3, 2011 11:42:08 GMT -5
There's a giant doing cartwheels,
A statue wearing high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola listening to Buck Owens. Doo Doo Doo lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flying spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.
Doo Doo Doo lookin' out my back door
Gotta love John Fogerty He's from my hometown. I was a classmate of his daughter in elementary school. I had no idea who he was at the time, since CCR's heyday was over at the time, and he was only making albums getting little airplay. She said her dad was a rock musician, and most of us thought that he was probably just a session player and/or a guy who did gigs in local clubs. She never said that her dad wrote and recorded a bunch of top 10 songs in the late 60s and early 70s. It sort of clicked when I got to high school, and one of the teachers started talking about the members of CCR who were his students. By that time I knew more about them, and could associate the name Fogerty with CCR. |
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Post by azvb on Sept 3, 2011 12:04:36 GMT -5
Really some people here have never heard of Mojo Nixon? (insert Dead Milkmen reference here) Guilty. Must have been popular during my childbearing years. Those years are a total blur. |
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Post by mikegarrison on Sept 3, 2011 12:15:11 GMT -5
I'm not sure Mojo Nixon was ever really popular. Influential, yes. But not popular. More of a cult classic type of popularity.
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Post by Thrill of the 'ville on Sept 3, 2011 13:11:24 GMT -5
I totally forgot about that part of that thread. |
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Post by standingroomonly1 on Sept 5, 2011 8:28:22 GMT -5
Sung to the tune of "Take it Easy" by the Eagles
Well I was standing at a bus stop, right beside a bike shop
Hoping I would meet my friend.
When a junkie named Neil, tried to make a deal
Selling cocaine to a fella named Ken.
(chorus A C'mon Buddy, it sure looks funny.
Your customer sure looks like a narc.
A badge on either shoulder, a 45 revolver,
You should have seen them there in the dark.)
You're dealing pills and crack to the Deadheads in the back
Selling dope is going to land you in jail.
You know I just got laid off and my wallet was just ripped off
So I can't affford to pay your bail.
chorus A
Now you're in a cell block, thinking cops were tipped off
To your selling drugs there out in the street.
The judge says that he'll fix you, the warden's gonna get you
And your cell mate is a guy named "Big Pete."
(chorus B C'mon Buddy, it could get ugly
If Pete finds out why you're in there.
He needs a supplier and you're a provider
It seems as though you'll make a great pair)
So here's the moral of my story, yes I'm really sorry
Looks like your life has just hit the fan.
You should have just said "No" to drugs, stayed with kisses and big hugs
It would have kept you out of the can.
chorus B
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Post by TheSantaBarbarian on Sept 5, 2011 18:32:36 GMT -5
"Eat It"
How come you're always such a fussy young man
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it
Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it
Don't you tell me you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are some cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it
You better listen, better do what you're told
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it, you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
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