What are your favorite song quotes?

13. *****whipped

Walk the dog, do the dishes
Your lips are brown from kissing ass
Sorry guys I can't make it
Maybe next time, think I'll pass
Don't make her mad, don't make her sad
A fate for you that's worse than death
you're a slave and you don't know it
It always happens to the best

[CHORUS]
*****whipped, *****whipped
Don't you know you're *****whipped
*****whipped, *****whipped
Don't you know you're *****whipped

She wants to be involved with you
In every little thing you do
Always has to add her two cents
It's obvious who wears the pants
Your friends all hate you, you don't care
Cause you've been trapped in her lair
And hopefully on day you'll see
That ***** can be caught for free
 
12. Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues

IRVING!!, WHERE ARE MY MAXI PADS??
HELP ME FIND THEM BEFORE I PAINT THE WHOLE HOUSE RED!!
You men have it so easy...
I wish that you could feel this just once...
I'M PASSING CLOTS THE SIZE OF BASKETBALLS!!!

[CHORUS]
PRE-MENSTRUAL PRINCESS BLUES
PRE-MENSTRUAL PRINCESS BLUES
PRE-MENSTRUAL PRINCESS BLUES
PRE-MENSTRUAL PRINCESS BLUES

OH GOD, IT'S STAINED THROUGH ONTO MY NEW DRESS!!
GOD DAMN IT, WHY'D THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN NOW??
I CAN'T GO OUT LIKE THIS, I LOOK LIKE I'VE BEEN SHOT!!
OHHH...You're hungry are you?
Well COME HERE IRVING DARLING...
HOW ABOUT A BLOODY MARY!!!
 
I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world.
Say that you'll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world.
 
Tommy gun - he ain't happy less he got one
Tommy gun - he ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun
Maybe he wants to die - for the money
Maybe he wants to kill - for his country
Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it!
 
:sifone: :) :USA:

Tough crowd today :blush5:

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm,
Before the Motor Law.
And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire,
Where my white-haired uncle waits.

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline.
Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
Down in his barn,
My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car.
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time.
I fire up the willing engine,
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime...

Wind-
In my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Mechanical music-
Adrenalin surge...

Well-weathered leather,
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware.

Suddenly ahead of me,
Across the mountainside,
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires,
To run the deadly race,
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase.

Drive like the wind,
Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside.

I love that freaking song. :D
 
This maybe inapropriate, but after reading these posts, there are to many that have meaning to try to list. this pops to mind

She's got a road map to Jupiter, a radar fix on the stars
Along along the hyway,
She's got a liquid crystal compass, a picture book of the rivers, under the siharra.

They travel on the road to redemtion, on a desert hyway straight to the map of the sky.
Like lovers and hero's lonely as the eagles cry.....
 
Needs no introduction

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
 
This maybe inapropriate, but after reading these posts, there are to many that have meaning to try to list. this pops to mind

She's got a road map to Jupiter, a radar fix on the stars
Along along the hyway,
She's got a liquid crystal compass, a picture book of the rivers, under the siharra.

They travel on the road to redemtion, on a desert hyway straight to the map of the sky.
Like lovers and hero's lonely as the eagles cry.....

Another wise one :sifone:
 
15,16,17, thats jailbait.
as I sit in cell number 8, I try to tell my cell mate, 17 1/2 is still jailbait

Cub Coda(RIP)
 
mine comes from the not only the most (some of the most) impressive 3 people in music,
but comes from the album I named my boat after (I can explain if you knew the boat)
 
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