Billy Idol…the one where every mouth-breather in the bar has to shout out “Hey Mutha Fucka, get laid, get fucked”. In all my 15+ years behind the wood, that was my signal for a smoke break out back on the loading dock, if you know what I green.
Anything Disco. It died for a reason people. 4 years ago I met a 15 year old that listened to the soundtrack of Saturday Night Fever the way I was inhaling Lynyrd Skynyrd, Led Zep and Floyd at his age. I mean only and constantly. Wore the clothes…my keee-rist I was glad to get outta Canada.
I started a joke
Which started the whole world cryin’
Ya! Good one Buddy!
how about:
If you want my body
And you think I’m sexy
Come on sugar let me kno-ow…
It’s killin ya isn’t it…my fingers are freaking frying on the keyboard right now…how long can you hum
[i]Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin’ how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin’ how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it[/i]
without cringing???
And in a reversal of a great theatrical tradition, I leave you wanting less:
[i]I met him on a monday and my heart stood still
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Somebody told me that his name was bill
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Yeah, my heart stood still
Yeah, his name was bill
And when he walked me home
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Yeah, he looked so fine
Yeah, i’ll make him mine
And when he walked me home
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Yeah da doo ron ron
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Yeah da doo ron ron
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron[/i]
