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| mikeWOW | posted on 06-16-2001 @ 4:08 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00  | Piano Man It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says, "Son, can you play me a melody? I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes" La la la, de de da La la, de de da da da Chorus: Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke But there's someplace that he'd rather be He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me." As the smile ran away from his face "Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could get out of this place" Oh, la la la, de de da La la, de de da da da Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy And probably will be for life And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinkin' alone Chorus It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday And the manager gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see To forget about life for a while And the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?" Oh, la la la, de de da La la, de de da da da "i hate people that dont get it!" | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 06-16-2001 @ 5:31 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Scenes from an Italian Restaurant A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I, face to face A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian Restaurant. Things are okay with me these days Got a good job, got a good office Got a new wife, got a new life And the family's fine We lost touch long ago You lost weight I did not know You could ever look so good after So much time. I remember those days hanging out At the village green Engineer boots, leather jackets And tight blue jeans Drop a dime in the box play the Song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights My sweet romantic teenage nights Brenda and Eddie were the Popular steadies And the king and the queen Of the prom Riding around with the car top Down and the radio on Nobody looked any finer Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner We never knew we could want more Than that out of life Surely Brenda and Eddie would Always know how to survive. Brenda and Eddy were still going Steady in the summer of '75 when they decided the marriage would Be at the end of July Everyone said they were crazy "Brenda you know you're much too lazy Eddie could never afford to live that Kind of life." But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. They got an apartment with deep Pile carpet And a couple of paintings from Sears A big waterbed that they bought With the bread They had saved for a couple Of years They started to fight when the Money got tight And they just didn't count on The tears. They lived for a while in a Very nice style But it's always the same in the end They got a divorce as a matter Of course And they parted the closest Of friends Then the king and the queen went Back to the green But you can never go back There again. Brenda and Eddie had had it Already by the summer of '75 From the high to the low to The end of the show For the rest of their lives They couldn't go back to The greasers The best they could do was Pick up the pieces We always knew they would both Find a way to get by That's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie Can't tell you more than I Told you already And here we are wavin' Brenda And Eddie goodbye. A bottle of red, a bottle of white Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight I'll meet you anytime you want In our Italian Restaurant. i didn't watch out so the insects got me, but  | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 06-17-2001 @ 12:37 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Easy Money You don't have to talk all night I'm a man who can't say no You don't have to twist my arm Just point me where you want to go Take me to the action Take me to the track Take me to a party if they're bettin' in the back I've been working all my life Can't afford to wait Let me call my wife so I can tell her I'll be late I want the easy Easy money Easy money I could get lucky Oh, things could go right I want the easy Easy money Easy money Maybe this one time Maybe tonight You don't have to try too hard I don't need a song and dance I don't need an invitation If you've got a game of chance Take me to the tables Take me to the fights Run me like the numbers Roll me like the dice When you're counting on a killing Always count me in Talk me into losin' just as long as I can win I want the easy Easy money Easy money I want the good times Oh, I never had I want the easy Easy money I want the good life I want it bad Easy money You say I fool myself But better me than being a fool for someone else I got a hot slot machine of a system Ready to go Easy money I got a one-track mind And a good reputation laying on the line I'll either come back a bum or a king Baby I don't know You don't have to start a fight I'm a man who can't say no If you've got a little risky business Just point me where you want to go Take me to the power Take me to the heat Take me to the cleaners If it's open to the street Something's got to pay off Something's got to break Someone's got a fortune that they're begging Me to take I want the easy Easy money Easy money I could get lucky Things could go right I want the easy Easy money Easy money Maybe just this time Oh maybe tonight Easy money Oh I don't want no hard cash I just want the easy money I could get lucky  | ||||
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