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Posted By	Discussion Topic: Song of the day 3/16/01
NJDude	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 9:14 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00	Fat Bottomed Girls Are you gonna take me home tonight Ah down beside that red firelight Are you gonna let it all hang out Fat bottomed girls You make the rockin' world go round Hey I was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad But I knew life before I left my nursery Left alone with big fat Fanny She was such a naughty nanny Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me Hey hey! I've been singing with my band Across the wire across the land I seen ev'ry blue eyed floozy on the way But their beauty and their style Went kind of smooth after a while Take me to them dirty ladies every time Oh won't you take me home tonight? Oh down beside your red firelight Oh and you give it all you got Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Hey listen here Now your mortgages and homes I got stiffness in the bones Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you) Oh but I still get my pleasure Still got my greatest treasure Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me Now get this Oh you gonna take me home tonight (please) Oh down beside your red firelight Oh you gonna let it all hang out Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Get on your bikes and ride Oooh yeah them fat bottomed girls Fat bottomed girls Yeah yeah yeah Fat bottomed girls Yes yes E-Mail Me This message was edited by NJDude on 3-16-01 @ 9:18 AM
Rommel	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 9:48 AM
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00	Du uuude , whazt up man ?! It's never bad to put a little frostin' on dem cakes, yo :) Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts
atomic punk	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 10:40 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	NJ, here I was, thinking I was going to see some Thin Lizzy in anticipation of St. Pat's Day, and I get Queen??? j/k ;) One of Spitfire 421's adopted brats I am a victim of the science age, a child of the storm
NJDude	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 10:53 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00	Hairy Sack with ya this one going out by request for Atomic Punk here is Cowboy Song from Thin Lizzy!!!! I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail A starry night, a campfire light The coyote call, the howling winds wail So I ride out to the old sundown I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail Lord, I'm just thinking about a certain female The nights we spent together riding on the range Looking back it seems so strange Roll me over and turn me around Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground Roll me over and let me go Running free with the buffalo I was took in Texas I did not know her name Lord, all these southern girls seem the same Down below the border in a town in Mexico I got my job busting broncs for the rodeo Roll me over and turn me around Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground Roll me over and let me go Riding in the rodeo Roll me over and set me free The cowboy's life is the life for me E-Mail Me
Rommel	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:09 AM
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00	Hey Erin? Go Take off that bra. As a matter of fact, take it all off, so that you could take it all IN ;) WILD YOUNG IRISH BOY Sure I am a wild young Irish boy and from Dublin town I came Transported out to Van Dieman's Land; of it I ain't ashamed Sure I'll have you all to know, me byes, that wherever I may be I'll die at my post like an Irish lad, or a wild colonial boy Now, I done my time in Hobart and they sent me over here. They yoked me to a plough the fields for me to tier. But I didn't understand farming as I had been to sea; I'd sailed the oceans far and wide, so I a farmer could not be. But I became a bold young renegade and I traveled far and near. Oh, I robbed the rich and I gave to the poor; of it I ain't ashamed, But I never killed a man that didn't cause me any pain; But the troopers knew Jack O'Brien, and they let me ride for gain Now, one morning in the merry month of May, sure I did find A wagon bringin' in gold from the Bendigo find. "Oh, halt, you boys, and 'old up your 'ands!"-when a sergeant did appear Says he, "Look, Jack O'Brien, me boy, you'll do this once too near! "Your time it is over and you sure must fight or die!" "Then I'll fight the six of you troopers, and I am only one. Sure I'll fight to the end or victory, and I don't give a damn. I'll be at my post like an Irish lad or a wild colonial boy," Now, the six troopers fell upon the ground, from their 'orses off did slide And the sergeant he cried out to Jack Donahoo [O'Brien?] to abide "By, the law, you're a prisoner!" "Then take me," said old Jack. "But Sergeant, you've got some children, and look that I don't shoot the track! "McKenzie, you're a brave man, and I 'ate like 'ell to do, To take your wife and children's bread from them for to kill you So take my advice and ride away, and don't say what I've done. I'm only takin' this gold to buy some pleasin' place for some." Now when I'm far away and the farmers all will buy Foine horses and foine wagons for their farms to die upon, Sure you'll all live to wonder why Jack Donahoo [O'Brien?] would say That I work for the farmers night and day, and for the rich and poor I've prayed. I've robbed the coaches day and night, but I never robbed the poor. I have never committed murder, nor have I strayed from fields galore. I'm chased from country to country and from borderline to town But ne'er can they catch bold Jack again, for O'Brien is far away. Now at last I'm lying on my bed and God does only know I haven't long to live, I know, for I surely must go. I would love to tell the truth-oh, before I pass away, But I would love for some poor person to collect that bounty pay! Sure I'm still a wild old renegade; Starlight is my name. Oh they've looked for me from shore to shore and along the coast for miles From state to state they've chased me, and at last I'm on my bed If that newsboy would only come in, I'd tell him what to do Just then the door it opened and the newsboy did come in "Good mornin', Captain Starlight. Oh, good morning, sir," he said. No answer but a beckon and a little note to say: "Jack O'Brien is dying and he wants you for to take "This note unto your mother, and let her do the rest, And call the doctor first, and the police can come at last. They can take my body away, and they never will be able to say That Jack O'Brien didn't die like an Irish lad or a wild colonial boy!" Now, I've traveled through the bushes, oh, both night and day, With my bundle on my shoulder and a billy-can in my hand; But I've always played the game, as every Australian should, I've died at my post like an Irish lad, or a wild colonial boy. Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts
atomic punk	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:13 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	::wipes tear from eye:: Wow, the Rock God got Hairy Sack to play some Thin Lizzy for me. He never plays requests! ;) Here's one back atcha Dude. A nice Irish folk song: Whiskey In The Jar As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin' Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o One of Spitfire 421's adopted brats I am a victim of the science age, a child of the storm
Rommel	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 11:22 AM
Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00	A WALK IN THE IRISH RAIN (S. Spurgin) When the sun goes down o'er Dublin town The colors last for hours, oh The lights come on, the night's a song And the streets all turn to gold. A gentle mist all heaven kissed Like teardrops off an angel's wing Don't you know you'll cleanse your soul With a walk in the Irish rain. Cho: Oh, Katherine, take my hand I've got three pounds and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain. Forever more I've stepped ashore My sailing days are over, oh Through time and tide and by your side Together we'll grow old. I threw my sea bag in the bin And brought these pretty flowers home Kiss me Kate, we'll celebrate Before the bloom is gone. A tinker and a tailor and a drunken old sailor They all get together and they start to play Time stands still while they sing their fill They'll shout 'til the break of day. A sweet little lady with a glass of stout Sippin' it down 'til the foam runs out She'll help her old man home again With a walk in the Irish rain. Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts
Mr. Brownstone	posted on 03-16-2001 @ 7:09 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00	NJDude, are you psychic or something? I just finished listening to musical dildo chairs on the show and now your choice makes so much sense. I see stupid people...They're everywhere...They don't know they're stupid...

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