Bush's song choice for this morning...

[Lancecastor]

Sympathy For The Devil


Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersberg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made

I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(Bombay is the word I found listed on all of the lyrics pages I found, but the actual lyric on the soundtrack sounds as if it has more syllables than that, to me - DA)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, baby guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

 

[LadyG]

Stop being a whore and using my ideas, dammit.


BUT.....I like the song choice.

 

[Lancecastor]

Stop being a whore and using my ideas, dammit.


BUT.....I like the song choice.

Think of me not as a ThreadWhore...but as a ThreadSweetener.

 

[Saint Peter]

Frank Zappa
Dickie's Such An Asshole
You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. III


One 'n one is eleven!
Two 'n two is twenty-two!
Won't somebody kindly tell me,
What the government's tryin' t' do . . .
Dickie's just to tricky
For a chump like me to use
Well, you'd take that sub-committee serious, boy
You might get a seizure from the evenin' news

Well, yeah, yeah,
Millions 'n millions of dollars . . .
Much as he might need . . .
He could open up a chain of motels, people,
On the highway, yes indeed!


Quadrophonic desperation!
You know, there'd be a cable all under your bed
Well, if you just might break some wind in your slumber
The FBI is gonna get your number

GONNA GET YA
GONNA GET YA
GONNA JUMP UP THE SUB-COMMITTEE AND GET YA!

GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
THE FBI
GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
THE FBI
GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
THE FBI
GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
THE FBI
DONE GOT YOUR NUMBER
THE FBI
DONE GOT YOUR NUMBER
THE FBI
GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
THE FBI
GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER

GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER

Tryin' not to worry
Tryin' not to care
But you know, I get delighted
When some microphone's not there

Can't have no private conversations
Nowhere
In the USA
Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the the world
Find out that their government
Is just the same ol' way
Yeah, every day . . .

Well . . .
Let me tell you one thing right now
Let me tell you one thing right here
Let me make this perfectly clear
Let me tell you 'bout this right here
You know you put me in office
So you must have wanted me in office
I've did you no harm
You know I'm not a crook
You know I'm innocent
I had twenty-five tapes
I only have ten
I don't know what happened to the rest
S'pose I gave 'em to a friend
Loaned a couple of Bebe Rebozo (Bozo!)
Loaned a couple of Pat Boone (Boone!)
Loaned a couple of Ronald Reagan (Reagan!)
And loaned a couple of the new vice-president
He said he'd be on my side
He said he'd stand by me through thick 'n thin
Until they impeach me
And he said he'd never let 'em
He said he'd never let 'em do it
I said: I believe you
I said: Hold down
I said: I never cheated on ya
I've never lied
We know you're not a crook
We know you're not a crook
All we wanna say is one more thing now:

The gangster stepped right up,
Kissed him on the lip good-bye
Made him a cocksucker by proxy, yes he did,
An' he didn't even bat an eye!

The man in the White House -- oh!
He's got a conscience -- oh!
He's got a conscience as black as sin!
There's just one thing I wanna know --
How'd that asshole ever manage to get in?

 

[LadyG]

**CHOKES**

I like that..ThreadSweetener. Does it come in little packages?

 

[Lancecastor]

**CHOKES**

I like that..ThreadSweetener. Does it come in little packages?

It comes in a large, yet convenient to use cylindrical package that dispenses doses in liquid format, preheated to just the right temperature and viscosity to allow for ease of swallowing.

ThreadSweetener...by Lancecastor....taste some today!

 

[LadyG]

but is it guaranteed?

I hate returning things!

 

[nimbus9]

*spits his coffee* LOL

 

[LadyG]

**hands nimbus a kleenex**

Messy, messy

 

[nimbus9]

Thank you ma'am, could I have one for the monitor also.

So are you gonna answer my PM or not

 

[LadyG]

**hand you Bounty for the monitor* the quicker picker upper