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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 24 2006, 11:37 AM (141 Views) | |
| Claude Ball | Dec 24 2006, 11:37 AM Post #1 |
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Middle Aged Carp
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To the tune of "Here Comes Santa Claus" There goes Santa Claus There goes Santa Claus Headin' straight toward Sears, His belly's fallin' Out of his pants And his beard's Coming loose from his ears, Now I don't know Where he will go But give him lots of space, For he must be About to pee You can see it on his face. There went Santa Claus There went Santa Claus In front of Macy's door, Now I don't guess That he will work In this old mall no more, It must have been That jug of gin I saw up under his chair, The security guard Looked mighty hard 'Cause the pee went everywhere. There goes Santa Claus There goes Santa Claus Headin' straight to jail, The maintenance man with his mop and pan Just kicked him in the tail, Now how will he Bring gifts to me With his hands cuffed at the wrist? And can't they see That kids like me Are getting mighty pissed? |
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Dain bramage caused my peach imspediment. Tooth? Tooth? You can't handle the tooth! Remember: He who laughs last, thinks slowest..... DON'T BEND OVER IN THE GARDEN, MARGARET - THEM TATER'S GOT EYES! | |
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| Claude Ball | Dec 24 2006, 11:40 AM Post #2 |
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Middle Aged Carp
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To the tune of Jingle Bells" Dashing through the den, With my hand up to my nose, The air got mighty thin, When Bubba's fat leg rose, Everybody fled, There was panic everywhere, Lord you'd think that he was dead From the fog that hit the air. (Chorus) Oh, Bubba smells, Bubba smells, Bubba has no heart, Oh how hard It is to breathe When Bubba cuts a fart, Oh, Bubba smells Bubba smells He is such a nerd, From the smell A fool could tell He's blowin' passed a turd.. |
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Dain bramage caused my peach imspediment. Tooth? Tooth? You can't handle the tooth! Remember: He who laughs last, thinks slowest..... DON'T BEND OVER IN THE GARDEN, MARGARET - THEM TATER'S GOT EYES! | |
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| George K | Dec 24 2006, 01:25 PM Post #3 |
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An homage to The Little Hummer Girl in this thread. (I'm sure this'll get moderated) (Parody of Little Drummer Boy) The Little Hummer Girl - audio. Lyrics: And they told me Pa rum pum pum pum A president to see Pa rum pum pum pum Your finest knee pads bring Pa rum pum pum pum To kneel before the king Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Oh, to pleasure him Pa rum pum pum pum Make him come Little intern Pa rum pum pum pum I am a horn dog Pres. Pa rum pum pum pum Return those gifts I bring Pa rum pum pum pum And do your dry cleaning Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum I played the flute for him Pa rum pum pum pum Made him come Show him my bum Show him my bum Show him my bum The Little Hummer Girlthis thread. |
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A guide to GKSR: Click "Now look here, you Baltic gas passer... " - Mik, 6/14/08 Nothing is as effective as homeopathy. I'd rather listen to an hour of Abba than an hour of The Beatles. - Klaus, 4/29/18 | |
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