I bought me an auto, an '81 Ford Escort Wagon. Now the fan it be broke and the tail-pipe it be draggin'. I feel like a schlemiel, my mechanic's fit for hangin'.
Listen up brothers and sisters, come hear my desperate tale. I speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the dirt like a jail. Vegetables live in oppression, served on our tables each night.
You know something girl? I'm thinking about you right now.. You don't want to know what I'm thinking, girl.. Or... or do you?. . Girl, you think I'm the bomb,.
I hate the Sky Dome and the CN tower too. I hate Nathan Phillips square and the Ontario zoo. The rents too high. The airs unclean. The beaches are dirty and the people are mean.
When I look around me, I can't believe what I see. It seems as if this country has lost its will to live. The economy is lousy, we barely have an army.
Every rock band has this guy. Not many people really know why. He's got a cell phone and a backstage pass. He's got a big gut and a big fat ass. He's a big fat road manager.
I'm a shark, I'm a shark,. A killer of the ocean,. I'm a shark, I'm a shark,. And silently I strike.. I'm a shark, I'm a shark,. I'm dumber than a tree,.
And here's a letter from Bill Macy of Gainesville, Florida. It appears to me that Gainsville Sun is withholding information from the public.. Recently, there was a four-column spread about a probable murder from a gun..
There was an old farmer who lived on a rock. He sat in the meadow just shaking his. Fist at some boys who were down by the crick. Their feet in the water, their hands on their.
A manly song a manly song I like to sing a manly song. My manly friends all sing along as we sing our manly song. . I am a manly man who lives a manly life.
Umm, so this is a song about Newfoundland and we wrote it about the place names and all you have to know is that all the place names in this song are real place names that we found in an atlas, 'cause we can read!.
Baby I wanna tell you all my hopes and dreams and fears. But I'm watching television, could you get me another beer. There's wrestling and pro football on, I hope you understand.
I'm feeling hungry, empty tummy, and I want to make it full. So I spend the day at Wong's buffet and I eat till I explode. . There's sixty types of Oriental delights, I gotta have them all.
(Trevor's lines are italicized). WINNEBAGO!. Oh yeah!. Oh, man!. It's so great to be out in the road!. It sure is, man!. Hey, look at all them little cars going beside us.. Look how small they are!.
Rien ne presse. Sur les fesses de la Vénus de Milo. Plus un geste, c'est la sieste des oiseaux. Rien ne reste,. Sur nos vestes se renverse le sirop.. Sans un tresse, nos réflexes sonnent faux.
Some walls are made of stone. Some times we build our own. Some walls will stand for years. Some wash away with tears. . Some walls are lined with gold.
Where are you now. And who's by your side. Can't hide for a lifetime. Uncover your eyes. . Wake up, in the morning. Share the sunlight shining down on us.
Come all you gallant poachers who ramble void of care,. Who wander out on a moonlit night with your dog, your gun and snare,. The hare and lofty pheasant you have at your command,.
Some poets sing of a noble king,. Or of a sweetheart fair.. Some tell a tale of ships that sail. With treasures rich and rare.. But my humble pen still drifts again.
My song for you this evening. Is not to make you sad. Nor for adding to the sorrows. Of this troubled northern land. . But lately, I've been thinking.