I Can't Get It Out Of My Head...Game
Saturday, January 7, 2006 by PoSmedley | Discussion: WinCustomize Talk
So, I'm standing in line at the Sunoco...and some hyperactive-yuppie-dweebtard behind me starts singing.."Chim-chimeny-chim-chimeny-chim chim cheroo..."
It's gonna takes me weeks to get that out of my head.
What's stuck in your head?
It's gonna takes me weeks to get that out of my head.
What's stuck in your head?
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Bichur
Reply #102 Friday, January 27, 2006 10:00 PM
Reply #102 Friday, January 27, 2006 10:00 PM
Troll, Troll, thump the Po'...
kick him in the seat...
Merrily, Merrily...Merrily, Merrily...
the 1st of Feb we meet.
kick him in the seat...
Merrily, Merrily...Merrily, Merrily...
the 1st of Feb we meet.
PoSmedley
Reply #103 Friday, January 27, 2006 10:49 PM
Reply #103 Friday, January 27, 2006 10:49 PM
Thumpity, Thump, thump,
Thumpity, thump, thump,
Time to thump some troll's
Thumpity, Thump, thump,
Thumpity, thump, thump,
And watch their noggin's roll
Thumpity, thump, thump,
Time to thump some troll's
Thumpity, Thump, thump,
Thumpity, thump, thump,
And watch their noggin's roll
aimzzz
Reply #104 Friday, February 3, 2006 6:03 AM
Reply #104 Friday, February 3, 2006 6:03 AM
Things you can't avoid at the grocery store:
I spent 4 lonely days in the brown LA haze
and I just want you back by my side...
I spent 4 lonely days in the brown LA hazeand I just want you back by my side...
NightTrainthedark
Reply #105 Friday, February 3, 2006 6:28 AM
Reply #105 Friday, February 3, 2006 6:28 AM
Those cats were fast as lightning... someone kill me...NOW! Please. 
ZubaZ
Reply #106 Friday, February 3, 2006 11:06 AM
You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl da na na na na . .
Jessie's girl
Reply #106 Friday, February 3, 2006 11:06 AM
You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl da na na na na . .
Jessie's girl
aimzzz
Reply #108 Friday, February 3, 2006 11:39 AM 
Saint Peter don't ya call me
'cause I can't go...
I owe my soul
to the company store
I love Tennessee Ernie, but then I grew up in TN...
Reply #108 Friday, February 3, 2006 11:39 AM
Saint Peter don't ya call me
'cause I can't go...
I owe my soul
to the company store
I love Tennessee Ernie, but then I grew up in TN...
aimzzz
Reply #110 Friday, February 3, 2006 12:39 PM
Let's not be hasty-- a frontal lobotomy may be all it takes to excise your little irritant...
Reply #110 Friday, February 3, 2006 12:39 PM
| someone kill me...NOW! Please |
Let's not be hasty-- a frontal lobotomy may be all it takes to excise your little irritant...
thomassen
Reply #111 Monday, February 6, 2006 6:33 AM
Reply #111 Monday, February 6, 2006 6:33 AM
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves,
Everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves
Everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves
aimzzz
Reply #112 Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:37 PM
Reply #112 Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:37 PM
It happened again-- the grocery is a dangerous place to be...
Knock 3 times on the ceiling
If you want me;
Twice on the pipes
If the answer is NoooOOOooo...
OooOOOh, my sweet thing,
[bam, bam, bam]
Means you'll meet me
In the hall-way.
Twice on the pipes [plink, plink]
Means you ain't gonna shooOOOoow...
Knock 3 times on the ceiling
If you want me;
Twice on the pipes
If the answer is NoooOOOooo...
OooOOOh, my sweet thing,
[bam, bam, bam]
Means you'll meet me
In the hall-way.
Twice on the pipes [plink, plink]
Means you ain't gonna shooOOOoow...
starkers
Reply #113 Thursday, March 16, 2006 9:26 PM
Sure is....and it don't matter what time of day or night, either....
In the morning it's because some canary got out the right side of the bed and is chirping away to let everyone know..."Oh What a Beautiful Morning."
In the afternoon it's because their lunch date went well and everyone has to know the words to the Souflette Shuffle and...."I'll have what she's having."
In the early evening it's because something was forgotten earlier and they're...."hungry like the wolf."
And late of a night it's the pub chuck-out with a case of the munchies, heartbreak and an unrequited love....and often these are the worst. If it's not some sloppy love song, all out of tune and the words out of kilter...its a 'somebody done me wrong' song and/or......"I'm tired of living, but afraid of dying."
Bin kicked out of many a 7/11 fer that
Nah, not really...but I went through a supermarket one bright afternoon, slightly intoxicated and singing Spinal Tap's "Big Bottom" Now that really turned some heads
Reply #113 Thursday, March 16, 2006 9:26 PM
| [aimzzz]It happened again-- the grocery is a dangerous place to be... |
Sure is....and it don't matter what time of day or night, either....
In the morning it's because some canary got out the right side of the bed and is chirping away to let everyone know..."Oh What a Beautiful Morning."
In the afternoon it's because their lunch date went well and everyone has to know the words to the Souflette Shuffle and...."I'll have what she's having."
In the early evening it's because something was forgotten earlier and they're...."hungry like the wolf."
And late of a night it's the pub chuck-out with a case of the munchies, heartbreak and an unrequited love....and often these are the worst. If it's not some sloppy love song, all out of tune and the words out of kilter...its a 'somebody done me wrong' song and/or......"I'm tired of living, but afraid of dying."
Bin kicked out of many a 7/11 fer that
Nah, not really...but I went through a supermarket one bright afternoon, slightly intoxicated and singing Spinal Tap's "Big Bottom" Now that really turned some heads
aimzzz
Reply #114 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 6:24 PM 
Hair salons are musically dangerous, too...
If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away
Reply #114 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 6:24 PM
Hair salons are musically dangerous, too...
If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away
aimzzz
Reply #116 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 6:29 PM
Reply #116 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 6:29 PM
I've liked some of the songs in this thread, but not those 2!
Twice on the pipes [plink, plink]
Means you ain't gonna shooOOOoow...
Twice on the pipes [plink, plink]
Means you ain't gonna shooOOOoow...
starkers
Reply #117 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 7:53 PM
Never been in one....but I remember the family barber shop when I was growing up, that's up until the long hair craze of the 60's took a hold an' I refused to go
Anyhow, the barber always had a radio playing in the background.....not that it was necessary, or that we could often hear it for his own renditions of popular songs of the time. It was'nt that he had an unpleasant singing voice....but he tended to hang notes for way too long and over embellish things.......
The Green Green Grass of Home got hated with such a passion I wanted to lay a concrete slab over our lawn....cos every time dad told me to go mow it, that song popped into my head and wouldn't go.
Twas particularly annoying cos I was the rebellious, anti-social...into the Rolling Stones type of kid who hated all those sloppy love songs \
How times change! I like that sort of thing now
Reply #117 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 7:53 PM
| Hair salons are musically dangerous, too... |
Never been in one....but I remember the family barber shop when I was growing up, that's up until the long hair craze of the 60's took a hold an' I refused to go
Anyhow, the barber always had a radio playing in the background.....not that it was necessary, or that we could often hear it for his own renditions of popular songs of the time. It was'nt that he had an unpleasant singing voice....but he tended to hang notes for way too long and over embellish things.......
The Green Green Grass of Home got hated with such a passion I wanted to lay a concrete slab over our lawn....cos every time dad told me to go mow it, that song popped into my head and wouldn't go.
Twas particularly annoying cos I was the rebellious, anti-social...into the Rolling Stones type of kid who hated all those sloppy love songs
\How times change! I like that sort of thing now
PoSmedley
Reply #118 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 7:59 PM
Reply #118 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 7:59 PM
but it's good
to see the green, green grass of home
to see the green, green grass of home
aimzzz
Reply #119 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 8:03 PM
Reply #119 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 8:03 PM
With this song, it's important to have all the lyrics:
J. Curly Putman
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly;
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home.
Chorus:
Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll touch
The green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me
'neath the green, green grass of home.
J. Curly Putman
The old home town looks the sameAs I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly;
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home.
Chorus:
Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll touch
The green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me
'neath the green, green grass of home.
aimzzz
Reply #120 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 8:08 PM
Reply #120 Wednesday, March 22, 2006 8:08 PM
ONE MORE TIME
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me
'neath the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me
'neath the green, green grass of home.
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Reply #101 Friday, January 27, 2006 9:14 PM
Here in Oz we have many terms for the toilet (restroom U.S.).....bog being one of them, dunny another...yellow lagoon and so on.
As for getting bogged down...well there's a couple of conditions that may result in that occurring.....another being the lock jams up/door won't open.