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TheGooch Mullet Master Yo Gooch, Moron here... how's that for some fucked up shit... Fez is giving you status... Karma sucks, huh?	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 1:35 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	TROUBLE EVERY DAY Well I'm about to get sick From watchin' my TV Been checkin' out the news Until my eyeballs fail to see I mean to say that every day Is just another rotten mess And when it's gonna change, my friends Is anybody's guess So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Wednesday I watched the riot... I seen the cops out on the street Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff And chokin' in the heat Listened to reports About the whisky passin' 'round Seen the smoke & fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp and smash and bash and crash And slash and bust and burn So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Well you can cool it, You can heat it... 'Cause, baby, I don't need it... Take your TV tube and eat it 'N all that phony stuff on sports 'N all the unconfirmed reports You know I watched that rotten box Until my head began to hurt From checkin' out the way The newsmen say they get the dirt Before the guys on channel so-and-so And further they assert That any show they'll interrupt To bring you news if it comes up They say that if the place blows up They'll be the first to tell Because the boys they got downtown Are workin' hard and doin' swell, And if anybody gets the news Before it hits the street, They say that no one blabs it faster Their coverage can't be beat And if another woman driver Gets machine-gunned from her seat They'll send some joker with a brownie And you'll see it all complete So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Hey you know something people I'm not black But there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white Well, I seen the fires burnin' And the local people turnin' On the merchants and the shops Who used to sell their brooms and mops And every other household item Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em And they say it served 'em right Because a few of them are white, And it's the same across the nation Black & white discrimination They're yellin' "You can't understand me!" And all the other crap they hand me In the papers and TV 'N all that mass stupidity That seems to grow more every day Each time you hear some nitwit say He wants to go and do you in Because the color of your skin Just don't appeal to him (No matter if it's black or white) Because he's out for blood tonight You know we gotta sit around at home And watch this thing begin But I bet there won't be many left To see it really end 'Cause the fire in the street Ain't like the fire in my heart And in the eyes of all these people Don't you know that this could start On any street in any town In any state if any clown Decides that now's the time to fight For some ideal he thinks is right And if a million more agree There ain't no great society As it applies to you and me Our country isn't free And the law refuses to see If all that you can ever be Is just a lousy janitor Unless your uncle owns a store You know that five in every four Just one amount and nothin' more Don't watch the rats go across the floor And make up songs about being poor Blow you harmonica son!
spitfire421	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 2:20 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00	One of the 1st albums I ever had: Bobby Brown Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown They say I'm the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie Here I am at a famous school I'm dressin' sharp 'n' I'm actin' cool I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich (get a good get a good get a good get a good job) Women's Liberation Came creepin' across the nation I tell you people I was not ready When I fuck this dike by the name of Freddie She made a little speech then, Aw, she tried to make me say "when" She had my butt in a vice, but she left the dick I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick Oh God I am the American dream But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or a lady...I don't know which (I wonder wonder wonder wonder) So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo Eventually me 'n' a friend Sorta drifted along into S&M I can take about an hour on the tower of power 'Long as I gets a little golden shower Oh God I am the American dream With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred!" Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic! Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin down, And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin down Jewish Princess I want a nasty little With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses A horny little With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma Lonely inside Well, she can swallow my pride I want a hairy little With a brand new nose, who knows where it goes I want a steamy little With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums I don't want no troll I just want a Yemenite hole I want a darling little Who don't shit about cooking and is arrogant looking A vicious little To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snappin' All up inside I just want a Princess to ride *Awright, back to the top...everybody twist* I want a funky little A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper A brazen little With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits She can even be poor So long as she does it with four on the floor (Vapor-lock) I want a dainty little With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters A fragile little With Roumanian thighs, who weasels 'n' lies For two or three nights Won't someone send me a Princess who bites Won't someone send me a Princess who bites Won't someone send me a Princess who bites Won't someone send me a Princess who bites I stand alone on the cliffs of the world, no-one ever tends to me. Sitting alone covered in breeze. Some things are so my mind can breathe. The waiting is hard, fuckin' takes so long. Draped in sun, hands in sand. Earth acid cleanses me. It cleanses me clean, but the world it never comes(Kyuss, Space Cadet) This message was edited by spitfire421 on 4-30-01 @ 2:30 PM
Cap'n Fudge	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 2:59 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	I miss old Frank... She had that Camarillo brillo Flamin' out along her head, I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then...) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away Her ranchid poncho An' laid out naked by the door We did it till we were un-concho An' it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho...I mean Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm...no foolin' ...) I hate this job! I hate this goddamn job and I don't need it!!! capnfudge@opieanthony.com
Froy King Shit *board owner*	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 5:43 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01	WHY DOES IT HURT WHEN I PEE? WHY DOES IT HURT WHEN I PEE? I DON'T WANT NO DOCTOR TO STICK NO NEEDLE IN ME WHY DOES IT HURT WHEN I PEE? I GOT IT FROM THE TOILET SEAT I GOT IT FROM THE TOILET SEAT IT JUMPED RIGHT UP 'N GRABBED MY MEAT GOT IT FROM THE TOILET SEAT MY BALLS FEEL LIKE A PAIR OF MARACAS MY BALLS FEEL LIKE A PAIR OF MARACAS OH GOD I PROBABLY GOT THE GON-O-KA-KA-KHACKUS! MY BALLS FEEL LIKE A PAIR OF MARACAS AI-EE-AI-EE-AHHHH! WHY DOES IT WHY DOES IT WHY DOES IT WHY DOES IT HURT... WHEN... I PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE? ~Matt/Froy from Jersey Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post.
Kim	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 6:13 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	:::putting on sun glasses::: Nice color Froy :)
Oyster	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 8:41 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jul. 00	Love this song. ---*---Carolina Hard-Core Ecstasy---*--- I could'a swore her hair was made of rayon She wore a Milton-Bradley crayon But she was something I could lay on Can't remember what became of me Carolina hard-core ecstasy She put a Doobie Brothers tape on (lalalalalaa la) I had a Roger Daltrey cape on (a Roger Daltrey cape on) There was a bed I dumped her shape on Can't remember what became of me Carolina hard-core ecstasy Somewhat later on, I woke up and she was gone There was dew out on the lawn In the sunrise Later she came back, with a rumpled paper sack Which she told me would contain A surprize She stuck her hand right in and to the bottom Said she knew I'd be surprized she got 'em Take a Charleston PIMP! to spot 'em Then she gave a pair of shoes to me Plastic leather fourteen triple D I said I wonder what's the shoes for She told me "Don't you worry no more" And got right down there on the tile floor "Now darling stomp all over me" Carolina Hard-core ecstasy Is this something new? Having people stomp on you? Is it what I need to do for your pleasure? (Pleasure is all I need) What is this a quiz? Don't you worry what it is. It is merely just a moment I can treasure By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered She couldn't talk cuz' her mouth had been extendered It looked to me as though she had been blendered What was this abject misery? Carolina Hard-core ecstasy [guitar solo] What was this abject misery? Carolina Hard-core ecstasy What was this abject misery? Carolina Hard-core ecstasy It might seem strange to Herb and Dee Carolina Hard-core ecstasy Thomas "Our love is rice and beans and horses lard" Black Francis
bluetarp	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 11:17 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Visit this Website Any of you guys ever see Project object? They do a real energetic Zappa tribute show. I am not affiliated with them, other than a friend of mine has played drums with them. They tour with Ike Willis. They are really good. Later Daze! Some people think I'm a psycho, everybody else knows it!

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