I Wanna Talk About Me

[Rooster]

We talk about your work,
how your boss is such a jerk
We talk about your church
and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you been
havin' with your brother
'Bout your daddy and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends
and the places that you been
We talk about your skin
and the dimples on your chin
And the polish on your toes
and the run in your hose
And God knows we're gonna
talk about your clothes
You know talkin' 'bout you makes me smile
But every once in awhile

Chorus:
I wanna talk about me,
I wanna talk about I
I wanna talk talk about number one,
old my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know,
what I want, what I see
How I like talkin' 'bout you you you
you usually
But occasionally, I wanna talk about me

We talk about your dreams
and we talk about your schemes
And your high school team
and your moisturizing cream
We talk about your mamma
up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma
down in Alabama
We talk about your guys
of every shape and size
The ones that you despise
and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart,
'bout your brains and your smarts
About your medical charts
and when you start
You know talkin' 'bout you make me grin
But every now and then

Chorus:
I wanna talk about me,
I wanna talk about I
I wanna talk talk about number one,
old my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know,
what I want, what I see
How I like talkin' 'bout you you you
you usually
But occasionally, I wanna talk about me

I wanna talk about me (me me me me me)
I wanna talk about me (me me me me me)
You you you you you you you you you you you
I wanna talk about me

Chorus:
I wanna talk about me,
I wanna talk about I
I wanna talk talk about number one,
old my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know,
what I want, what I see
How I like talkin' 'bout you you you
you usually
But occasionally, I wanna talk about me

I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me

 

[cybergirly]

My favorite Toby Keith song:

How Do You Like Me Now?!


I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
You were always the perfect one
And the valadictorian so
Under your number I wrote "call for a good time"

I only wanted to catch your attention
But you overlooked me somehow
Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention
And I played my guitar too loud.

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin here today?
I couldnt make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

When I took off to Tennessee
I heard that you made fun of me
Never imagined I'd make it this far
Then you married into money girl
Aint it a cruel and funny world?
He took your dreams and tore them apart.

He never comes home
And youre always alone
And your kids hear you cryin down the hall
Alarm clock starts ringin
Who could that be singin
Its me baby, with your wake up call!

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin here today?
I couldnt make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

Tell me baby...
I will preach on...

 

[bad kitty]

Getcha Some


Well boy meets girl and it's a good bet
Girls gonna play a little hard to get
But they both got the same thing on their mind
Ain't that the way that the world goes round
Don't it get you up get you down
It gets you walking around with a flashlight trying to find
Love

Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some Oooh gotta getcha some Love!

Then boy sees girl with another guy
What he wouldn't give just to catch her eye cause man
She is so hot
you can't compete with a superstar
He's got a big old house and little red car
And what need is the one thing you don't have Money!

Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
gotta getcha some Oooh gotta getcha some Money!!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some Oooh gotta getcha some Yeah!

Then god smiles down from up above
The money rolls in and they fall in love
From the outside looking in it's a dream come true
But as time goes by something turns up missing
There's not enough hugging and not enough kissing
Before to long they better do what they gotta do You know!

Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some Oooh gotta getcha some Babies!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some Oooh gotta getcha some Yeah!

You know curtain climbers, and rugrats, and tricycle motors
It don't matter what you call em you gotta have a whole house full of em
Ain't nothing in the world like youngins Getcha Some!

 

[Rooster]

Here's another favorite of mine

Should've Been a Cowboy
(Toby Keith)

I bet you've never heard ole Marshall Dillion say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away
Settling down will you marry me
If I asked you twice and begged you pretty please
She'd of said Yes in a New York minute
They never tied the knot
His heart wasn't in it
Stole a kiss as he road away
He never hung his hat up at Kitty's place

I should've been a Cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding by pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy

I might of had a side kick with a funny name
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers
Go west yound man, haven't you been told
California's full of whisky, women and gold
Sleeping out all night beneath the Texas stars
Dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart

I should've been a Cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding by pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy

 

[nasty1]

Courtesy Of THe Red, White, & Blue

American girls
And American guys
Will always stand up & salute
Will always recognize
When we see Old Glory flyin
'There's alot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our heads

My Daddy served in the Army
Where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Till the day that he died

He wanted my Mother, my brother
My sister, & me
To grow up & live happy
in the land of the Free

Now there's places that I love
That are falling under attack
He might of sucker puinched me
From somewhere in the back

So we could see clearly
through our big black eye
Man we lit up your world
Like the 4th of July

Hey Uncle Sam put your name
On the top of his list
And the Staue of Libery
Started shaken her fist

And the eagle will fly
And there's gonna be Hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Started ringing Her bell

And it will feel like the
Whole wide world's
Raining down on you
Oh, brought to you
Courtesy Of The Red, White, & Blue

Oh...justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage

You'll be sorry that you messed will
THe U.S of A
Because will put a boot in your ass
It's the American Way

Repeat Chorus

 

[Rooster]

I was going to add that one .. but ya beat me to it