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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 3:17 am
by The Laughing Man
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With so much drama in L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, I somehow, some way Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day
Can I, kick a little something for the G's and, make a few friends as I breeze through
Don’t you know its Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin, cause my momma ain't home
I got chix in the living room gettin it on and, they ain't leavin till six in the mornin
So whatcha wanna do?
I got a pocket full o rubber and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them does,
And we gonna smoke an ounce to that
G's up, does down, like you mother f*ckers bounce to that
And I'll be rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time
You gotta get yours before I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
He's got the cultivatin music that’s been captivatin me
But who hears, the words I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I started rappin with this chic named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady
Don’t cha know it's 80 degrees, when I tell that chic please
Raise up off these G-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, full breeze
And I'll be rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke it ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down
Don’t cha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f*cked up now
But there ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr. Dre got some chix from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my gut, You know I'm raisin to pop a chop
But don't get upset girl that’s just how it goes
I don't love you does, That's why I'm out the do'
And I'll be rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Beeoch.
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 3:27 pm
by onewyteduck
Last night I got Loaded
On a bottle of gin, on a bottle of gin
Last night I got loaded
On a Bottle of gin, on a bottle of gin
But I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
Night before last I got loaded
On a bottle of whiskey, on a bottle of whiskey
Night before last I got loaded
On a bottle of whiskey, on a bottle of whiskey
But I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
Tonight I might get loaded
On a bottle of wine, on a bottle of wine
Tonight I might get loaded
On a bottle of wine, on a bottle of wine
But I feel alright, I feel alright
I feel alright, I feel alright
Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 5:55 am
by Tulizar
Esmer wrote:gin and juice
Beeoch.
Ahhhhhhh yeah...
Chumbawumba
Well be singing
When were winning
Well be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
Youre never going to
Keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the better times:
Oh danny boy
Danny boy
Danny boy...
I get knocked down
But I get up again
Youre never going to
Keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the better times:
Dont cry for me
Next door neighbour...
I get knocked down
But I get up again
Youre never going to
Keep me down
Well be singing
When were winning
Well be singing
Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:55 am
by A Gunslinger
Omigod.... did someone just print the lyrics to "I get Knocked Down" above me? In another thread, someone brought Loenard Nimoy's vocal stylings to bear, as he sung an ode to Bilbo Baggins. At the time today I had thought that there was no song quite so annoying.
I was wrong.
Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 4:21 pm
by Tulizar
A Gunslinger wrote:Omigod.... did someone just print the lyrics to "I get Knocked Down" above me? In another thread, someone brought Loenard Nimoy's vocal stylings to bear, as he sung an ode to Bilbo Baggins. At the time today I had thought that there was no song quite so annoying.
I was wrong.
Yeah I posted that one. Sometimes I do regrettable things after too much crown royal.
Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 5:05 pm
by A Gunslinger
Tulizar wrote:A Gunslinger wrote:Omigod.... did someone just print the lyrics to "I get Knocked Down" above me? In another thread, someone brought Loenard Nimoy's vocal stylings to bear, as he sung an ode to Bilbo Baggins. At the time today I had thought that there was no song quite so annoying.
I was wrong.
Yeah I posted that one. Sometimes I do regrettable things after too much crown royal.
Don't we all.
Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:01 pm
by stonemaybe
The ultimate drinking song....
The Pogues - Bottle of Smoke
Thanks and praises
Thanks to jesus
I bet on the bottle of smoke
I went to hell
And to the races
To bet on the bottle of smoke
The day being clear
The sky being bright
He came up on the left
Like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck
On a saturday night
Up came the bottle of smoke
Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the bottle of smoke
And my horse won
Stewards inquiries
Swift and fiery
I had the bottle of smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the bottle of smoke
Fuck the stewards
A trip to lourdes
Might give the old fuckers
The power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers
And call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light
Bookies cursing
Cars reversing
I had the bottle of smoke
Glasses steaming
Vessels bursting
I had the bottle of smoke
Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a saturday night
When I had the bottle of smoke
Priests and maidens
Drunk as pagans
They had the bottle of smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the bottle of smoke
Fuck the yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
Im happy as the horses shite
Up came the bottle of smoke
Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:01 am
by Tulizar
Stonemaybe wrote:The ultimate drinking song....
The Pogues - Bottle of Smoke
Thanks and praises
Thanks to jesus
I bet on the bottle of smoke
I went to hell
And to the races
To bet on the bottle of smoke...
It does put you in the drinking frame-o-mind, doesn't it?
Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 2:58 am
by The Laughing Man
I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day
When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest
in a big field of tall grass
I lay there in the sun and felt it caressing my face
And I fell asleep and dreamed
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
And that I was the star of the movie
This really blew my mind, the fact that me,
an overfed, long-haired leaping gnome
should be the star of a Hollywood movie
But there I was, I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings
I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world
In front of every kind of girl, there was
Long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones,
black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones...
Out of the middle came a lady
She whispered in my ear something crazy
She said:
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
I thought to myself what could that mean
Am I going crazy or is this just a dream
Now, wait a minute
I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere
so it's all in my head
and then... I heard her say one more time:
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
In her hand was a bottle of wine, in the other, a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
And raised it to her lips
And just before she drank it, she said:
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Spill the wine and take that pearl, Spill the wine and take that pearl
Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 11:39 am
by lucimay
So we're drinking and we're dancing
And the band is really happening
And the johnny walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
She's the angel of compassion
And shes' rubbing half the world against her thigh
Every drinker every dancer
Lifts a happy face to thank her
And the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
All the women tear their blouses off
The men they dance on the polka-dots
And its partner found and partner lost
And its hell to pay when the fiddler stops
Its closing time
We're lonely, we're romantic
And the ciders laced with acid
And the holy spirits crying, where's the beef?
And the moon is swimming naked
And the summer night is fragrant
With a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
Down the snakes and up the ladder
To the tower where the blessed hours chime
And I swear it happened just like this
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The gates of love they budged an inch
I cant say much has happened since
But closing time
I loved you for your beauty
But that doesn't make a fool of me
You were in it for your beauty too
I loved you for your body
Theres a voice that sounds like God to me
Declaring that your body's really you
I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you now theres nothing left
But sorrow and a sense of overtime
And I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It something in between, I guess
Its closing time
We're drinking and we're dancing
But there's nothing really happening
The place is dead as heaven on a saturday night
And my very close companion
Gets me fumbling gets me laughing
Shes a hundred but shes wearing
Something tight
I lift my glass to the awful truth
Which you can't reveal to the ears of youth
Except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
And it's once for the devil and it's once for christ
But the boss don't like these dizzy heights
Were busted in the blinding lights
Of closing time
leonard cohen
Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 10:25 pm
by Tulizar
Ramones - Somebody Put Something In My Drink
Somebody
Somebody Put Something In My Drink
Somebody
Another night out on the street
Stopping for my usual seat
Oh, bartender, please
(Dacqari) tonic's my favorite drink
I don't like anything colored pink
That just stinks...it's not for me
It feels like somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something
Somebody put something
Blurred vision and dirty thoughts
Feel (out of place), very distraught
Feel something coming on
Kick the jukebox, slam the floor
Drink, drink, drink, drink some more
I can't think
Hey! What's in this drink?
It feels like somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something...in my drink...in my drink...in my
drink...in my drink
So you think it's funny
A college prank
Goin' insane for something to drink
Feel a little dry
Oh, I couldn't care what you think of me
Cause somebody put something in my drink
I can't think
Hey! Give me a drink
It feels like somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Somebody put something
Somebody put something in my drink
Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 11:20 pm
by danlo
She said, I'm going out with my girlfriends
For maguaritas at the Holiday Inn
Oh, have mercy, my only thought was
Tequila makes her clothes fall off
I told her put an extra layer on
I know what happens when she drinks Patron
Her closet's missing half the things she bought
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
She'll start by kicking out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroon stall
Drop a contact down the sink
Them pantyhose ain't gonna last too long
If the DJ puts Bon Jovi on
She might come home in a tablecloth
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
Whoo-oh
She can handle any Champaigne brunch
A bridal shower with Bacardi punch
Jello Shooters full of Smirnoff
But tequila makes her clothes fall off
She'll start by kicking out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroon stall
Drop a contact down the sink
She don't mean nothing, she's just having fun
Tomorrow she'll say, oh, what have I done
Her friends will joke about the stuff she lost
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
Oh, tequila makes her clothes fall off
Oh, tequila makes her clothes fall off
Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 6:44 am
by lucimay
god i can't believe no one's posted this one yet...
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think, - hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top,
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault.
Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:01 am
by Cail
No one mentioned it because...
Buffet sucks!
Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 3:44 pm
by onewyteduck
she lived on a curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack
On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say:
"mama, can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side
Wild eyed, crazy mary
Down along the road, past the parson's place
The old blue car we used to race
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side
Said "no l-o-i-t-e-r-i-n-g allowed"
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
One night thunder cracked mercy backed outside her windowsill
Dreamed i was flying high above the trees, over the hills
Looked down into the house of mary
Bare bulb on, newspaper-covered walls, and mary rising up above it all
Next morning on the way into town
Saw some skid marks, and followed them around
Over the curve,through the fields, into the house of mary
That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:20 pm
by lucimay
Cail wrote:No one mentioned it because...
Buffet sucks!
ah Cail...he's a really nice and humble guy. i like him, even tho there are no Buffet cd's in my collection.
and it IS a drinking song so it had to be included.
Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:30 pm
by The Laughing Man
TIN CUP CHALICE
Jimmy Buffett
I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,
And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.
Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
Salt air it ain't thin,
It can stick right to your skin,
And make you feel fine.
It makes you feel fine.
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.
Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
Get that Packard up and let's move.
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
I've made up my mind;
Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:56 pm
by Cail
Lucimay wrote:Cail wrote:No one mentioned it because...
Buffet sucks!
ah Cail...he's a really nice and humble guy. i like him, even tho there are no Buffet cd's in my collection.
and it IS a drinking song so it had to be included.
It is a drinking song, and he probably is a nice guy, but I can't stand his songs.
Except this one....
"Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man. I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. But I promised my brother-in-law that I'd go up and watch his still while he went into town to vote.
It was up there on the mountain where the map said it would be. Friends let me tell you one thing though, it wadn't no ordinary still. It stood up that mountainside like... like a huge golden opal.
God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin', God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man, But, temptation got the best of me, and I took a slash... (wshew!... woah...) That yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like honeydew vine water, and I took another slash. Took another and another and another. 'fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that shit and commenced to get hot flashes.
Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before, It's like, like I was in love,
("why don't we have a little love Mike [Utley]")
In love for the first time, with anything that moved... animate, in-animate it didn't matter. It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my brain sayin, "Jimmy Buffett there' a great day a comin'..." 'Cause I was drunk.
Now I wadn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin', commode-huggin' drunk, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man; And that's when I first saw the bear.
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two things: flip or fly, I didn't do either one. It hung him up. He starts sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell fear, but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man. It hung him up. He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was. It hung him up.
So I approached him and I said, "Mr. Bear, I love every hair on your 27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on the other side of the hill. There's ole' Rear Bear, Tall Bear, Freddy Bear, Kelly Jair, Relly Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey the Bear, Pokey the Bear; I want you to go back over there tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right. You tell 'em I love each and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister; but if they give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every Goddamned one of 'em off the hill."
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think. Neither did I, but, being charitable and cautious, well hell, I approached him again. I said, "Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both beasts when it comes right down to it. So I want you to be my buddy, 'Buddy Bear.'" So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw and I led him over to the still. Now he's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin' somethin' good. I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it upright, (looked like one of them damn bears in the circus sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight.) I gave him another and another and another 'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced to do the "bear dance." Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn and a grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb evaded me.
And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar and I's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down, went to sleep, slept for four hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams And when I woke up, Oh, there was God's yellar moon a' shinin' on the clear cool evenin'. And God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens, And my buddy the bear was a' missin'... yeah, you want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors, so was that still.
Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 8:06 pm
by lucimay
oh god i LOVE that one!!!!
Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:50 pm
by onewyteduck
Jimmy Buffett doesn't suck and he's got lots of drinking songs and I thought Margaritaville had already been included long before Lucimay's post, so here's another one for ya, Cail! (Although I suppose it's more of a hangover song!
)
Edit for this: If this offends anyone, I truly apologize! That isn't my intent!
My head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus
It's that kind of morning, really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improving
and if I don't die by Thursday, I'll be roaring Friday night.
Went down to The Snakepit to drink a little beer.
Listen to the jukebox, it was comin' in clear.
All of the sudden I wasn't alone.
Pickin' country music with Ole' Joe Bones
Duvall Street was rockin'
My eyes, they started poppin'
Cos there she sat at the corner of the bar
As I broke another string on my ole' guitar.
Someone call a cab,
Lady won't you pay my tab?
And now my head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus
It's that kind of morning, really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improving
and if I don't die by Thursday, I'll be roaring Friday night.
Got to get a little orange juice and a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day baby laying in the bed
I'm going out to Bosco's and get some chocolate milk,
Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk.
I've got to find my way, crawl out and greet the day.
And now my head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus
It's that kind of morning, really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improving
and if I don't die by Thursday, I'll be roaring Friday night.