Home | Search | FAQ

Displaying 1-2 of 2 messages in this thread.

Posted By	Discussion Topic: moe.
jewdown	posted on 07-05-2001 @ 9:58 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	REBUBULA Can't be bothered with the natural fact I'm her slave and I can't look back She's the queen of the briny deep Rebubula across the sea Just like Sinbad I sailed my vessel true Fled like Popeye from the island of the Goon Till her song, well it lured me off course I think it came from the ocean floor Rip off all my limbs Poke out both my eyes Pull out my swollen tongue Wear a thin disguise And the sirens song Sweetly sucks me down Into the ocean blue I'll find my way back to you Can't be bothered with the natural fact I guess she's gone and she ain't comin back Been at the sea for 40 day and 40 nights Let her go without any fight Rip off both my limbs Poke out both my eyes Pull out my swollen tongue Wear a thin disguise And the sirens song Sweetly sucks my down Into the ocean blue I'll find my way back to you There she stands knee deep at the ocean shore Waves her arms like a matador Like a matador of course She's an east coast mamma now I know that for sure And I'm going down the third time going down the third Down Down Down Rip of all my limbs Poke out bothe my eyes Pull out my swollen tongue Wear a thin disguise And the Sirens song Sweetly sucks me down Into the ocean blue I'll find my way back to you. "We can share the women, we can share the wine"
mckinks	posted on 07-05-2001 @ 10:42 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	moe is playing in central park on the 12th. Do you think you would want to go? E-mail me I lost your number..again. Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine He came from a long line of geeks His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man He was a horseshoe throwin' freak His mama's name was Annabelle And his daddy's name was Zeek But he could throw them horeshoes man He was a horseshoe throwin' freak Timmy was a different sort He wasn't like his dad or mom They wanted him to grow up Just like his older brother Tom Timmy'd get so close, so close So close, but not very long Couldn't even score a point In hand grenades or atom bombs Alone and tired he walked the streets Of Downtown Exeter With a pocket full of rusted change A transcendence did occur Metaphysical reckoning of his purpose did infer He should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiter Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Timmy finally freed himself From the onus he called dad He'd let the army teach him a trade Surveying was his bag Sergeant Goatlips was an evil man Cuz his wife was a wretched hag Timmy blinked and opened his eyes He was washing pots With an army rag Our hero's life turned olive drab He was cast into a four year hell Livin' in barracks with forty men His loins did ever swell Timmy took a walk outside Lordy, Lordy, Lord he fell A rock was tossed into his retina His eye was an empty shell With a check and a discharge He just hopped on the nearest bus Went down to Tijuana Got a nasty case of PUS Metaphysical reckoning of his purpose did infer He should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiter Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker (Part of First Verse Repeated) Timmy Tucker was a friend of mine He came from a long line of geeks His papa was a horseshoe throwin' man He was a horseshoe throwin' freak Metaphysical reckoning of his purpose did infer He should huff himself the short trek down to the army recruiter Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker Poor...Poor, Timmy Tucker "Some folks trust to reason others trust to might, I don't trust to nothin', but I know it comes out right."

Displaying 1-2 of 2 messages in this thread.