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Great song but way to lose people by not including any lyrics and then post a link to an 8min song with a 4 min intro.
I knew some people wouldn't bother with it when I posted it, and I'm ok with that.  It's a great song and worth listening to, but not for everyone.  Just copying and pasting the lyrics doesn't do it justice.

 
She don't like salami, she don't want pastrami
She don't want a chicken, she don't want a roast
She just wants her double dose of my

Beef, beef, beef, beef baloney

 
The day is for sale and it’s all you can afford

By your own omission the whole thing gots you bored

And the Lord uses the good ones

And the bad ones use the Lord

 
Lots from Hamilton, but I particularly like the internal rhyming (odds/gods, manumission/position/ammunition, plot/pot/spot/squat/not, etc.) on this one

Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot...
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Also this one from Hamilton:

I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in
Watching him grabbin’ at power and kissin it
If Washington isn’t gon’ listen
To disciplined dissidents, this is the difference:
This kid is out!

 
lot of good stuff in here like Wu and Tool. hate to be the "get off my lawn" guy, can't imagine there will be more than a couple of songs mentioned from the last 15 years. lyrics have gone waay down, it is like so many people have nothing to say. 
Yes, you sound extremely old. 

 
Lots from Hamilton, but I particularly like the internal rhyming (odds/gods, manumission/position/ammunition, plot/pot/spot/squat/not, etc.) on this one

Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot...
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Also this one from Hamilton:

I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in
Watching him grabbin’ at power and kissin it
If Washington isn’t gon’ listen
To disciplined dissidents, this is the difference:
This kid is out!
My daughter is obsessed with the Hamilton soundtrack.

 
Some fellas like the smiles they wear
Some fellas like the legs that's all
Some fellas like the style of their hair
Want their waist to be small.
I don't care if their legs are thin
I don't care if their teeth are big
I don't care if their hair's a wig
Why waste time lookin' at the waistline?
First I look at the purse!

 
Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger. 
Uh-huh, what's happenin, to ReRun and Roger?
I think I seen 'em wearin' Timberlands and runnin' down the block
From D'Wayne and D'Wayne had a glock. 
'Cause he be sellin' rock for the Partridge Family. 
And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E. 
And he be pimpin' Chrissy from Three's Company. 
Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry. 
This is a 70's thing from the days
When kids didn't act so crazed, in Crooklyn. 

 
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite.

And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.

 
Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
i rolled down the national stroll
and with a big fat paycheck
strapped to my hip sack
and a shore leave wristwatch underneath
my sleeve
in a hong kong drizzle on cuban heels
i rowed down the gutter to the blood bank
and i'd left all my papers on the ticonderoga
and was in a bad need of a shave
and so i slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
and shot billards with a midget
until the rain stopped
and i bought a long sleeved shirt
with horses on the front
and some gum and a lighter and a knife
and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)
and i sat down and wrote a letter to my wife

 
Time passes and you must move on,
Half the distance takes you twice as long
So you keep on singing for the sake of the song
After the thrill is gone

 
I'm going to be an expert stranger

Better then the giant squid

I'm going to leave the stranger experts

Scratching their heads sayind "Howd he do it?"

 
But, wherever I have gone

I was sure to find myself there

You can run all your life

But not go anywhere 

 
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

 
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
Been trying to learn this song so i can play it and sing at the same time 

👍

 
I said a hip hop

Hippie to the hippie

The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out

Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie

To the rhythm of the boogie the beat

 

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