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| heyladiladi STONER ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE | posted on 07-13-2001 @ 4:30 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: May. 01  | Rupert Holmes Escape (The Pina Colada Song) I was tired of my lady - we'd been together too long Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed And in the personal columns there was this letter I read {Refrain} "If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain If you'd like making love at midnight in the dunes on the Cape Then I'm the love that you've looked for - write to me and escape" I didn't think about my lady - I know that sounds kind of mean But me and my old lady have fallen into the same old dull routine So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half bad "Yes I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain I'm not much into health food - I am into champagne I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red-tape At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape" So I waited with high hopes and she walked in the place I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh it's you." Then we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew." That you like Pina Coladas, getting caught in the rain And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne If you'd like making love at midnight in the dunes of the Cape You're the lady I've looked for - come with me and escape Jimmy Buffett MARGARITAVILLE Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp-- They're beginnin' to boil. Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know it's nobody's fault. Don't know the reason, Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tatoo. But it's a real beauty, A Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue. Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault. I blew out my flip flop, Stepped on a pop top; Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender, And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know, it's my own damn fault. Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault. Jimmy Buffett Why Don't We Get Drunk I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here Your voice sounds so wonderful But your face don't look too clear So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw. (Chorus) Why don't we get drunk and screw I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true So, why don't we get drunk and screw. (Instrumental) (Repeat chorus)  We won't pretend that this is the end | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 07-13-2001 @ 5:00 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | IN The.. Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room It's the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room Where da birds sing words And the flowers croon it's the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room!  No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 07-14-2001 @ 4:20 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Only song that came to mind... -The Beach Boys Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Jamaica Off the Florida Keys There's a place called Kokomo That's where you wanna go to get away from it all Bodies in the sand Tropical drink melting in your hand We'll be falling in love To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We'll get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo To Martinique, that Monserrat mystique We'll put out to sea And we'll perfect our chemistry By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity Afternoon delight Cocktails and moonlit nights That dreamy look in your eye Give me a tropical contact high Way down in Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We'll get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo Port Au Prince I wanna catch a glimpse Everybody knows A little place like Kokomo Now if you wanna go And get away from it all Go down to Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We'll get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo  | ||||
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