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Nickleback - how you remind me.
Never made it as a bald man,
couldn’t cut it I’m a poor man with long hair,
tired of living like a Ladyman,
I’m sick of a sight without a sense of fashion,
And this is how I remind you,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
Its not like men to be hairy,
according to my mum I’m a little scary,
this time I’m mistaken
for handing you a head worth breaking,
I’ve been blonde, I’ve been brown,
These five words in my head,
scream “have you haddit cut yet?”
Yet? Yet? Yet? No no
its not like I don’t need a hat
I swore it’s girly and I still do
because my hair is cack
another word for cack is poo
And this is how I remind you,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
Its not like men to be hairy,
according to my mum I’m a little scary,
this time I’m mistaken
for handing you a head worth breaking,
I’ve been blonde, I’ve been brown,
These five words in my head,
scream “have you haddit cut yet?”
Yet? Yet? Yet? No no
Never made it as a bald man,
couldn’t cut it I’m a poor man with long hair,
tired of living like a Ladyman,
I’m sick of a sight without a sense of fashion,
And this is how I remind you,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
Its not like men to be hairy,
according to my mum I’m a little scary,
this time I’m mistaken
for handing you a head worth breaking,
I’ve been blonde, I’ve been brown,
These five words in my head,
scream “have you haddit cut yet?”
Yet? Yet? Yet? No no
© Garlic bread 2003.
Never made it as a bald man,
couldn’t cut it I’m a poor man with long hair,
tired of living like a Ladyman,
I’m sick of a sight without a sense of fashion,
And this is how I remind you,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
Its not like men to be hairy,
according to my mum I’m a little scary,
this time I’m mistaken
for handing you a head worth breaking,
I’ve been blonde, I’ve been brown,
These five words in my head,
scream “have you haddit cut yet?”
Yet? Yet? Yet? No no
its not like I don’t need a hat
I swore it’s girly and I still do
because my hair is cack
another word for cack is poo
And this is how I remind you,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
Its not like men to be hairy,
according to my mum I’m a little scary,
this time I’m mistaken
for handing you a head worth breaking,
I’ve been blonde, I’ve been brown,
These five words in my head,
scream “have you haddit cut yet?”
Yet? Yet? Yet? No no
Never made it as a bald man,
couldn’t cut it I’m a poor man with long hair,
tired of living like a Ladyman,
I’m sick of a sight without a sense of fashion,
And this is how I remind you,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
this is how I remind you,
of a big blonde haired girl,
Its not like men to be hairy,
according to my mum I’m a little scary,
this time I’m mistaken
for handing you a head worth breaking,
I’ve been blonde, I’ve been brown,
These five words in my head,
scream “have you haddit cut yet?”
Yet? Yet? Yet? No no
© Garlic bread 2003.
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I see coats and I scream……horses freak me too
I cant touch buttons……I once ran to the loo
And I think to myself
What a horror filled world
Beth’s never dated……Rich hates cheese when its grated
Mark has a fear……of people touching his ear
And I think to myself
What a horror filled world
(instrumental break)
Movies scare you lot……Charlie don’t like socks
Faye don’t like clowns……nothing rhymes with clowns
And I think to myself
What a horror filled world
YES I THINK TO MYSELF
WHAT A HORROR FILLED WORLD
I cant touch buttons……I once ran to the loo
And I think to myself
What a horror filled world
Beth’s never dated……Rich hates cheese when its grated
Mark has a fear……of people touching his ear
And I think to myself
What a horror filled world
(instrumental break)
Movies scare you lot……Charlie don’t like socks
Faye don’t like clowns……nothing rhymes with clowns
And I think to myself
What a horror filled world
YES I THINK TO MYSELF
WHAT A HORROR FILLED WORLD
You... haven't... heard... of... Lionel Ritchie...
*gags*
*gags*
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Oh for God's sake, I can't find the words to upbraid you enough for
> this absolute gaucherie of epic proportions.
>
> It was Hello, by Lionel Ritchie. The second one was Smells like teen
> spirit, by some crackhead who blew his own brains out because he
> discovered that money didn't buy happiness.
I knew the second one... but I'm afraid to say I ain't heard of the first one
*relises everyone is looking at self*
*runs off*
*comes back and everyone's still shocked*
*runs off again*
> Oh for God's sake, I can't find the words to upbraid you enough for
> this absolute gaucherie of epic proportions.
>
> It was Hello, by Lionel Ritchie. The second one was Smells like teen
> spirit, by some crackhead who blew his own brains out because he
> discovered that money didn't buy happiness.
I knew the second one... but I'm afraid to say I ain't heard of the first one
*relises everyone is looking at self*
*runs off*
*comes back and everyone's still shocked*
*runs off again*
Does anyone know the URL of the forum topic search page?
I'm tempted to post a song I did a couple of years ago.
I'm tempted to post a song I did a couple of years ago.
Oh for God's sake, I can't find the words to upbraid you enough for this absolute gaucherie of epic proportions.
It was Hello, by Lionel Ritchie. The second one was Smells like teen spirit, by some crackhead who blew his own brains out because he discovered that money didn't buy happiness.
It was Hello, by Lionel Ritchie. The second one was Smells like teen spirit, by some crackhead who blew his own brains out because he discovered that money didn't buy happiness.
does anyone out there know the song IB is going on about?!?
A clip from a Weird Al one, if I may:
What is this song, all about
Can't seem to make the lyrics out
How do the words to it go
Can someone tell me - I don't know
Don't know don't know don't know don't know
Don't know don't know don't know don't know
Don't know don't know..
And I'm mumbling
And I'm screaming
And I don't know
What I'm singing
Crank the volume
Ears are bleeding
I still don't know
What I'm singing
YEAH!
What is this song, all about
Can't seem to make the lyrics out
How do the words to it go
Can someone tell me - I don't know
Don't know don't know don't know don't know
Don't know don't know don't know don't know
Don't know don't know..
And I'm mumbling
And I'm screaming
And I don't know
What I'm singing
Crank the volume
Ears are bleeding
I still don't know
What I'm singing
YEAH!
I though games where only free in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
GAD was out to get me
That’s the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
Then I won a game, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I won one; I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave here if I tried
I thought games where more or less a purchased thing
Seems the more I paid the less I got
What’s the use in playing?
Everything’s the same
When I wanted a new game I got the same
Then I won a game, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I won one; I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave here if I tried
© Garlic bread 2003
Meant for someone else but not for me
GAD was out to get me
That’s the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
Then I won a game, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I won one; I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave here if I tried
I thought games where more or less a purchased thing
Seems the more I paid the less I got
What’s the use in playing?
Everything’s the same
When I wanted a new game I got the same
Then I won a game, now I’m a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I won one; I’m a believer
I couldn’t leave here if I tried
© Garlic bread 2003
Iv'e got a cool version of blink 182's 'whats my age again', called 'wheres my asian friend', but i cant be arsed to type it, nevermind
I can't tell you right now, because I'm on the verge of choking on my own saliva, because I'm starting to think that you fatuous oafs are actually serious.
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