NationStates Jolt Archive

Do you see the guy, standing over there?
The one with the bright red cherry hair,
Well he used to be my soul,
But now he’s got no hope.

Do you know the doe that does the do doe does my day?
Does my do doe you know the doe day know which way?

Insanity, don’t suffer from it.
Sanity, now I suffer.
Bread and cheese, must be brother.
Wine my frenchies, Definitely, Mother.

Let’s all just go insane.
Let’s all just go insane.
Let’s all just go insane.
Let’s all just go insane.

Now you see why I am human in the cockerel’s eye.
The goats munching on my paper skirt,
The teachers a flirt,
I wonder why?

Oh my, Oh my, Oh golly, golly gosh, OH my!
The jumbo jet, that 747 was to be mine,
I proposed to it last week,
Because he was so sleek,
But then he grew a ‘tash and eloped.

To you hussy, hussy, hussy.
Slap. Slap.
With your big pussy, pussy, pussy,
Cat. Slap.

Handbags at dawn.
Prepare to morn.
Shot in a graveyard,
Mowing the lawn.

But I'm gonna be uprooted by the lonely mole hills.
Oh well, that's my lot in life, just to keep being killed.

Goodday!

And now I lay me down to sleep,
My bladder is most likely to leak,
But now I know, I can't be arsed to pee.
HEre it comes in, 1, 2, 3.

POTATOES!
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Can you come up with anything crazier?

Or is their a crazier song out there?

COme on! You know you want to!

The Purple People Eater. Great song.

Well don't be afraid to post it. GRab a donut while your at it.

They call him Plunger Head
They all wear yo-yos on their face
They live with the dwarves
In clock's butt.

He never wanted to go fishing
Only on weekdays did he need to poop
He never wanted to go fishing
That old Plunger Head

Plunger Head didn't know how to breathe
He needed an oxygen tank on his butt
He said "knick knack paddy whack, my butt hurts"

He never wanted to go fishing
Only on weekdays did he need to poop
He never wanted to go fishing
That old Plunger Head

Well don't be afraid to post it. GRab a donut while your at it.

http://www.shebwooley.com/ppe.htm

The Purple People Eater was the #1 song for 6 weeks in 1958and the #24 song of the 1955-1959 rock era. It sold over 3 million records and received a Gold Record within 3 weeks after it was released. And over 100 Million Copies Overall!!!

Badger badger badger badger badger.......

Oh wait, that's been done already.

Mushroom Mushroom!

Badger badger badger badger badger.......

Oh wait, that's been done already.

Mushroom Mushroom!

Look out! A snake!

Old Robert Hammond
Was crazy in the head
He went out late one night
To fight with some undead
But when the cops came with flashing lights
He turned his tail an' fled

A copper came up to him
and this is what he said:
Old Robert Hammand-
you're crazy in the head.

Old Robert Hammond
looked 'im in the eye
He said: If you don't lis'n to me
Tonight you'll surely die!

For- the dead amoung us walk
and tonight they roam about
and if you don't trust me,
I'm sure to hear you shout.

The copper handcuffed Ol' Rob
and put him in the car
For when he looked at him
He saw a lobotomy scar!

every day the blue sky beckons
hastily I eat my morning breath
while an old man reckons
there is no point in death
sometimes the moon cries
tears fall from the ground
while my kitten dies
from thunderous silent sound

nothing makes sense
not even the lack of it
there is no recompense
for those who upon a fence sit

another day passes without a cheer
thousands now gone away
while others down their beer
not knowing why they stay
a last walk down timeless space
among all those yet to go
so much for this human race
like thought upon the snow

nothing makes sense
not even the lack of it
there is no recompense
for those who upon a fence sit

I talk to the newly dead
their shouts I can't ignore
anger over what went through their head
nasty little insects crawl and bore
little men in grey suits
reap the world while we watch
the thunder of a million boots
our lives we have botched

Hmm, well here's one I posted awhile back...enjoy.



Just Killin' the Baby Seal (Expanded Version)

Mash 'em, mush 'em, bash'em, squish 'em
Smash 'em, club 'em, hash 'em, eat 'em
Bash in their heads until they squeal!
All day long just killin' the baby seal

You take the hammer and hold it tight
Restrain the seal so it will not fight
Then crush in it's head with all your might

do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

Oh, it's fun for you, and kiddies too
It'll make you smile when you're blue
It's legal so no can sue
Have at it, come here you

do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

Rip off their fur with pointy hooks
Ignore those giving dirty looks
Then give their meat to the cooks

Oh, it's fun for you, and kiddies too
It'll make you smile when you're blue
It's legal so no can sue
Have at it, come here you

do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

Mash 'em, mush 'em, bash'em, squish 'em
Smash 'em, club 'em, hash 'em, eat 'em
Slice 'em, dice 'em, cut 'em, splice 'em
Explode 'em, whip 'em, harpoon 'em, spice 'em
Just kill the little furry fuckers!
Crush 'em, slush 'em, drown 'em, burn 'em
Bash in their heads until they squeal!
All day long just killin' the baby seal

Trinitrotoluene, Det cord and ANFO,
RDX, C4 and A4 we all know,
Mine clearing charges laid out in long strings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

(oom pah pah, oom pah pah)

Cream coloured SEMTEX in wax paper wrappers,
Electric blasting caps set off those snappers,
White phosphorous bursters melt skin into strings,
These are a few of my favourite things...

In a Fire Fight,
Under Flare Light
When I'm feeling bad,

I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I go bomb - Baghdad!

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Chainsaws ring, Are you listening
In the lane, Blood is glistening,

A beautiful sight,
We're Slaying tonight,
Stalking in a winter wonderland.

Gone away, are the old Nerds,
Here to Slay, are the Jock Turds

There'll be Panties all night,
Torn from Cheerleader thighs,
Stalking in a winter wonderland.

Oh, in a cabin we will kill a Teen Queen,
And the well hung jock from out of town.
They will beg for mercy, we'll say "Just Scream"
And stake their arms and leg down to the ground!

When we slash, ain't it thrilling?
When the blood, starts a spilling?
Our Axe chopped away, their legs all a splay,
Stalking in a winter wonderland.

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Wreck the malls with twin-gun volleys,
(shooting into crowds, to watch them run!)
G-E Mini-guns make me Jolly,
(mount two on your car, for twice the fun!)
Kill we now the Christmas Shoppers,
(in the halls of the malls, cut them down!)
Hand grenades are party stoppers,
(lob one in the eggnog and run run run!)

Slash we now the throats before us,
(quickly flick the wrist to get it done!)
Kill the guests before the Hosts
(the other way around is just not done!)
Burn the house down for good measure,
(for a blast, use cooker gas, or just use Rum,)
Massacres are Guilty Pleasures,
(A Fiery Yuletide night is fun fun fun!)

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Need I post more?... :eek:

Need I post more?... :eek:
Yeah, my 6th grade class just called, they want their juvenile parodies back.

Yeah, my 6th grade class just called, they want their juvenile parodies back.
Well, Juvinile Parodies sell a good deal better than the alternative. Just ask The Capitol Steps, Bob Rivers, Dr. Demento or Weird Al...

Well, Juvinile Parodies sell a good deal better than the alternative. Just ask The Capitol Steps, Bob Rivers, Dr. Demento or Weird Al...
No, those guys are all sophomoric. There is a difference of puberty, superior rhyming scheme, slightly less violent lyrics and a bit more knowledge about the subject matter (slitting a throat is not a flick of the wrist. The movement is much slower, as is neccessitated by the fact that, in the words of a friend "You're trying to kill a man, not ruin his fucking tie.")

Oh sing song falalala
hop day de-diddle

jump on a geriatric!
masturbate on a fiddle!
theres so much to gape at,
when the moon is in the middle,

oh sing song falala
hop day de-diddle

punch a model in the crotch!
climb inside a rhino, but ever so politely,
and if you must issue fatwahs
remember they must be done fort-nightly

oh sing song falala
hop day de-diddle

Swing a puppy on a rope!
Pretend that your a ninja
If you should accidently poop
be charming and put it back in ya


oh sing song falala
hop day de-diddle

There, thats off the top of my head spontaneous crazy. Enjoy.

masturbate on a fiddle!
Hey, hey, hey, fucking hey! You'd better not be trying to say what I think you're trying to say, because I don't like that thought very much at all.