Do You Hear What I Hear...
Sorry for the lack of updates... (I never have been one to update regularly anyway.) Yes, I have been busy. With my cuz's wedding out of the way and getting into a routine with my new position, I am definitely ready for some time off.
Anyway, since I have nothing new to really add to anyone else's updates, I give to you my new portion of this blog. I am horrible at hearing song lyrics. It's not that I am old and I can't hear, I've never been one to be able to sing the right words to a song. when I was extremely little, maybe 3-4 years old, my mother used to listen to what I thought was the most violent song I'd ever heard. Imagine later on discovering that the song was "You're So Vain" by Carly Simon. My parents got a real kick out of me screaming "Don't Shoot! Don't Shoot". Anyway, this problem has only gotten worse as I got older. So, with that in mind I now bring to you some of my very favorite misheard lyrics. Of course, you have to figure out the song and artist yourself...
Didn't want to make it to easy!
Song1
She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline
Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
Song 2
Back at base, sparks in the software
Flash the message "something's out there"
And just for Cory and Brinton: I include the following...
Song 3 (the whole song just for you!)
For Boston for Boston,
we sing our proud refrain
for Boston for Boston '
tis wisdom's earthly fame
for here are all one and our hearts are true
and the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue.
for boston for boston 'til the echoes ring agin!
For Boston for Boston thy glory is our own
for Boston for Boston 'tis here that truth is known
and ever with a right shall our heirs be found
'til time shall be no more and thy work is crowned
for Boston for Boston thy glory is our own!
Anyway, since I have nothing new to really add to anyone else's updates, I give to you my new portion of this blog. I am horrible at hearing song lyrics. It's not that I am old and I can't hear, I've never been one to be able to sing the right words to a song. when I was extremely little, maybe 3-4 years old, my mother used to listen to what I thought was the most violent song I'd ever heard. Imagine later on discovering that the song was "You're So Vain" by Carly Simon. My parents got a real kick out of me screaming "Don't Shoot! Don't Shoot". Anyway, this problem has only gotten worse as I got older. So, with that in mind I now bring to you some of my very favorite misheard lyrics. Of course, you have to figure out the song and artist yourself...
Didn't want to make it to easy!
Song1
She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline
Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
Song 2
Back at base, sparks in the software
Flash the message "something's out there"
And just for Cory and Brinton: I include the following...
Song 3 (the whole song just for you!)
For Boston for Boston,
we sing our proud refrain
for Boston for Boston '
tis wisdom's earthly fame
for here are all one and our hearts are true
and the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue.
for boston for boston 'til the echoes ring agin!
For Boston for Boston thy glory is our own
for Boston for Boston 'tis here that truth is known
and ever with a right shall our heirs be found
'til time shall be no more and thy work is crowned
for Boston for Boston thy glory is our own!
posted by Tina at
Sunday, July 23, 2006
1 Comments:
DROPKICK MURPHYS LYRICS
"The Spicy McHaggis Jig"
I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true
a tale you'd best hope never happens to you old spicy mcHaggis,
how he met his fate you I can save, but for him it's too late
Spicy was big, burly and strong
his pipes were gigantic, and so was his schlong
from city to city running around
looking for chicks over four hundred pounds
One night at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house,
just the right size the broad was enormous,
stacked to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself,
"this beast is all mine" the portly young lady could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and went for the door
They got to her house and dimmed all the lights
Spicy was in for one hell of a night he said that he loved her,
he'd always be true "But Mr. McHaggis, I've only just met you!!"
By now he saw double through his drunken eyes
neither had looks or appropriate size he came to his sense,
thought to himself, "At this time of night I won't find nothing else" he took off his shirt,
she lifted her skirt, they pulled out his unit and stared to play she asked for a glove,
he gave her a shove, had baby McHaggis nine months to-the-day.
One night at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house,
just the right size the broad was enormous,
stacked to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt
the piper delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself,
"this beast is all mine" the portly young lady could stand for no more
grabbed his cojones and went for the door
Three packs a day, he'll smoke 'til he dies Spicy McHaggis, one hell of a guy!
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Cory, at 7:05 PM
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