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Song 2:

Anthony works in a grocery store
Savin’ his pennies for someday.
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said, “Sonny, move out to the country.”
Ah, but workin’ too hard can give you a heart attack
You oughta know by now.
Who needs a house out in Hackensack?
is that what you get with your money?

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  7 Responses to “Rocklibs, Part 2”

  1. meanstom

    Is ‘colitis’ really a lyric in ‘Hotel California’? Were Henley and company already in on the game? I do my best not to pay attention whenever I have to hear that song. I will come back to this challenge when I’ve got something.

  2. ladymisskirroyale

    It should have been. Damn auto spell.

  3. I’m going to steal a line I remember from Bobby Bittman. He always thought it sounded like the “the warm smell of coitus”! That’s a great madlib line, but I have to admit the “warm smell of colitis” is pretty freaking funny. Thank you Microsoft!

  4. sammymaudlin

    Don’t know if you have to be from the west (is the best) coast to know this but the word used is “colitas” which is Mexican slang for a lit marijuana bud. Si, en serio.

  5. Slim Jade

    All right, let’s give this a crack…and I mean that in the crassest way, since the stage has been set for a scatological theme. Any of you over 45 will be able to relate:

    On a BRIGHT HOSPITAL TABLE, cool GLOVE in my BUTT
    Warm smell of COLITIS, rising up through the GUT
    Up ahead in the INTESTINES, I HAD a shimmering FRIGHT
    My head grew heavy and my FLEET KICKED IN
    I had to DROP TROU ALL night
    There she stood in SPONGEBOB SCRUBS;
    I FELT the EVIL GEL
    And I was thinking to myself
    This could be Heaven if it were THE HALL
    Then she lit up THE PROBE, and she showed me the way
    There were voices down the corridor,
    YOUR COLON’S OKAY…

  6. ladymisskirroyale

    In light of today’s proceedings (and spurred on by that recent reference to Tom Lehrer):

    Hello Paul Ryan
    Though we hardly know you at all
    You’ve been picked for number two
    And Romney’s in your thrall.

    The press came out the woodwork
    They’re blowing up your fame
    And you pursue the photo op
    Adding Von Mises to your name.

  7. Anthony slaves in a groceteria
    Savin’ his pennies for Maria.
    Mama Leone left a note on the door
    She said Sonny “Don’t sell out and sing country.”.
    Yeah working to hard I’d rather be eating at Outback.
    Rather be in Philly warm and sunny.
    And that’s a fact.

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