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Postby Slim and Gabby » Wed May 13, 2009 12:17 pm

Gabby and I are always amazed by these lyrics; they're almost funny, but some people actually like this music, and that's terrifying! Hmm, they all seem like they're all from the same relationship too, enjoy!
Slim

"Hey, Little Girl"

Comb your hair, fix your make-up.
Soon he will open the door.
Don't think because
There's a ring on your finger,
You needn't try any more
For wives should always be lovers, too.
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.
I'm warning you.
Day after day,
There are girls at the office,
And men will always be men.
Don't send him off
With your hair still in curlers.
You may not see him again.
For wives should always be lovers, too.
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.
He's almost here.
Hey, little girl
Better wear something pretty,
something you'd wear to go to the city.
And dim all the lights,
Pour the wine, start the music.
Time to get ready for love.
Oh, time to get ready,
Time to get ready,
Time to get ready
For love.

"Let it Please be Him"

I tell myself what's done is done
I tell myself don't be a fool
Play the field have a lot of fun
It's easy when you play it cool
I tell myself don't be a chump
Who cares let him stay away
That's when the phone rings
And I jump
And as I grab the phone I pray
Let it please be him
Oh dear God
It must be him
It must be him
Or I shall die
Or I shall die
Oh hello, hello,
My dear God, it must be him
But it's not him and then I die
That's when I die
After a while
I'm myself again
I pick the pieces off the floor
Put my heart on the shelf again
He'll never hurt me anymore
I'm not a puppet on a string
I'll find somebody else someday
Thats when the phone rings
And once again I start to pray
Let it please be him
Oh, dear God,
It must be him
It must be him
Or I shall die
Or I shall die
Oh, hello, hello, my dear God
It must be him
But it's not him
And then I die
That's when I die
Let it please be him
My dear God, it must be him
Or I shall die
Or I shall die

"He Hit Me (and it felt like a kiss)"

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
But it didn't hurt me.
He couldn't stand to hear me say
That I'd been with someone new,
And when I told him I had been untrue
He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew he loved me.
If he didn't care for me
I could have never made him mad
But he hit me,
And I was glad.
Yes, he hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew I loved him.
And then he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is,
And when he kissed me,
He made me his.
Pen-gu-ins is pracatically chickinz, and I hates to see chickinz cry so much, I has to put’em outta ther mizzery!

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Postby Roger Thornhill » Thu May 14, 2009 4:22 am

Great topic! I hate to say that I listen to all of those songs rather frequently. I chalk that up to things like songwriting by Bacharach and production by Spector.

I'll do some thinking and come up w/ some more, but for now, I'll add Del Shannon's "Hats off to Larry". While there is nothing as egregious as in the lyrics you posted, I was always taken aback by the open spitefulness of this seemingly light number.

"Once I had a pretty girl,
Her name it doesn't matter;
She went away with another guy--
Now he won't even look at her...

Hats off to Larry,
He broke your heart,
Just like you broke mine when you
Said we must part.
He told you lies, now it's
Your turn to CRY CRY CRY-Y
Now that Larry said goodbye to you.

I know this may sound strange--
I want you back, I think you'll change--
But there's one more thing I gotta say...

Hats off to Larry,
It may sound cruel,
But you laughed at me when you
Said we were through.
You told me lies, now it's
Your turn to CRY CRY CRY-Y
Now that Larry said goodbye to you.

Hats off to Larry,
It may sound cruel,
But you laughed at me when you
Said we were through.
You told me lies, now it's
Your turn to CRY CRY CRY-Y
Now that Larry said goodbye to you
To you
To you."
"And darkness, as darkness does, fell."

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Postby Slim and Gabby » Thu May 14, 2009 9:10 am

When Homer Simpson speaks, I listen; he referred to this as the most depressing song in the world. I can just smell the vodka and cigarettes on her breath, "BwwwAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaah, gimme an'oer drink!":

IS THAT ALL THERE IS?
Peggy Lee

I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself, "Is that all there is to a fire"

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to a circus, the greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And so I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle.
I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself, "is that all there is to a circus?

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't,
and when I didn't I said to myself, "is that all there is to love?"

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing

I know what you must be saying to yourselves,
if that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?
Oh, no, not me. I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment,
for I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my lst breath, I'll be saying to myself

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
Pen-gu-ins is pracatically chickinz, and I hates to see chickinz cry so much, I has to put’em outta ther mizzery!

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Postby Slim and Gabby » Thu May 14, 2009 9:23 am

Oh, and it's always fun to be a racist, right? Um, WOW!

MAANA (Is Soon Enough For Me)
Peggy Lee

The faucet she is dripping and the fence she's fallin' down
My pocket needs some money, so I can't go into town
My brother isn't working and my sister doesn't care
The car she needs a motor so I can't go anywhere
(maana, maana, maana is soon enough for me)

My mother's always working, she's working very hard
But every time she looks for me I'm sleeping in the yard
My mother thinks I'm lazy and maybe she is right
I'll go to work maana but I gotta sleep tonight
(maana, maana, maana is soon enough for me)

Oh, once I had some money but I gave it to my friend
He said he'd pay me double, it was only for a lend
But he said a little later that the horse she was so slow
Why he give the horse my money is something I don't know
(maana, maana, maana is soon enough for me)

My brother took a suitcase and he went away to school
My father said he only learned to be a silly fool
My father said that I should learn to make a chile pot
But then I burned the house down, the chile was too hot
(maana, maana, maana is soon enough for me)

The window she is broken and the rain is comin' in
If someone doesn't fix it I'll be soaking to my skin
But if we wait a day or two the rain may go away
And we don't need a window on such a sunny day
(maana, maana, maana is soon enough for me) Oba! Oba!
(maana, maana, maana is soon enough for me) Oba! Oba!

Speedy Gonzales
Pat Boone

It was a moonlit night in old Mexico. I walked alone between some old
adobe haciendas. Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl.

You better come home, Speedy Gonzales
Away from tannery row
Stop alla your a-drinkin'
With that floozie named Flo
Come on home to your adobe
And slap some mud on the wall
The roof is leakin' like a strainer
There's loadsa roaches in the hall

Speedy Gonzales, why dontcha come home?
Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone?

Spoken in a male Mexican accent: Hey, Rosita-I hafta go shopping downtown
for my mudder-she needs some tortillas and chili peppers.

Your doggy's gonna have a puppy
And we're runnin' outta coke
No enchiladas in the icebox
And the television's broke
I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt
I smelled some perfume in your ear
Well if you're gonna keep on messin'
Don't bring your business back a-here

Mmm, Speedy Gonzales, why dontcha come home?
Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone?

Hey, Rosita-come queek-down at the cantina
they giving green stamps with tequila!!
Pen-gu-ins is pracatically chickinz, and I hates to see chickinz cry so much, I has to put’em outta ther mizzery!

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Postby Roger Thornhill » Thu May 14, 2009 12:12 pm

Country is certainly home to some of the worst and weirdest lyrics ever written (dead babies talking to their parents and crap like that). I haven't heard the song, but I remember reading in Nick Tosches' book on country music that George Jones, in a less than sensitive moment on the perceived eating habits of others, once sang "Bow Wow You Make Good Chow Chow."

You may do well to consider some of Porter Wagoner's more out there stuff, which was compiled on the pretty wild "The Rubber Room" cd. Don't want to offend so I won't post the truly bizarre "George Leroy Chickashea".

Here are the lyrics to the Carroll County Accident. More morbid than offensive.

Carroll County's pointed out as kinda square
The biggest thing that happens is the county fair
I guess that's why it seemes like such a big event
What we all call the Carroll County accident
The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter Browning lost his life and for a time
It seemed that Mary Ellen Jones would surely die
But she lived long enough for her to testify
Walter Browning was a happy married man
And he wore a golden wedding ring upon his hand
But it was gone nobody knew just where it went
He lost it in the Carroll County accident
Mary Ellen testified he flagged her down
Said he was sick and could she drive him into town
No one even doubted what she said was true
Cause she was well respected in the county too
I went down to see the wreck like all the rest
The bloody seats the broken glass the tangled mess
But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubber band
And inside the ring from Walter Browning's hand
It took a while to figure out just what it meant
The truth about the Carroll County accident
By dark of night I dropped the ring into a well
And took a sacred oath that I would never tell
The truth about the Carroll County accident
Cause the county ordered dead a marble monument
I lost him in the Carroll County accident


He had a lot of great theatrical album covers too.
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Postby Slim and Gabby » Thu May 14, 2009 1:30 pm

Oh yeah! Well, take this! I LOVE Hank Williams Sr., and think he's one of the best lyricists ever, but boy, let me tell ya, when he wrote junk, it was wretched:

The Little Paper Boy

Out on the corner, standin so bold
Stood a little paper boy, so hungry and cold
And as the crowd came passin' by
These words he said with tears in his eye

Please buy a paper from me,
so I can get me something to eat
My clothes are ragged,
No shoes on my feet,
Said the little paper boy,
There on the street

Out in the cold wide world all alone
I have no place on this earth to call home
I haven't had the chance that other kids have
I have no mother, nor even a dad

So please buy a paper from me,
so I can get me something to eat
My clothes are ragged,
No shoes on my feet,
Said the little paper boy,
There on the street

Early next morning as the crowd passed by
The little boy was gone, and they wondered why
They started searchin' and then they found him dead
He died with the papers under his head

No one was there, his body to claim
There he was lying but he felt no pain
Now he has gone up to heaven we know
The little paper boy that died in the snow

There ya have it,friends


Hank Snow was another, who had simply amazing tunes, but when they was bad, they was bad! Gabby and I refer to these kinda songs as "lil' brudder" songs. Perhaps the KING of Lil' Brudder is Red Sovine, some really horrible songs; WARNING ENTER AT YOUR OWN PERIL, these lyrics may induce vomiting or death:

http://cgi2.osk.3web.ne.jp/~brockenb/So ... Bear.shtml

Enjoy, hahahahahahaha!,
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Postby Roger Thornhill » Fri May 15, 2009 4:30 am

Here's another weird one for you.

1960s garage band the Barbarians had a great song called "Moulty" featuring their one-armed drummer telling his story. He just wants a girl. "Are you a boy or are you a girl" is pretty classic as well.

I remember the days when
Things were real bad for me
It was right after my accident
When I lost my hand

It seemed like I was all alone
With nobody to help me
You know, I almost gave up
All my hopes and dreams

But then, then, then something
Inside me kept telling me
Way down inside of me
Over and over again
To keep going on, yeah, on

Moulty

Don't turn away
(You're gonna make it, baby)
Don't turn away
(Ah, try to make it, baby)
Don't turn away

Things are better for me now
Cause I found that I love music
So I learned to play the drums
And got myself a band and now
We're starting to make it

And if you can make it
At something you love
Wow, you got it all

So I'm saying this to all of you
All of you who think you'll never make it
All of you guys and girls
Thank you for using Top40db.com.
Cause you think you're so bad off

Or maybe you think you're
A little different or strange
So listen to me now
Cause I've lived through it all

Moulty

Don't turn away
(You gotta keep on trying)
Don't turn away
(Well, don't you give up, baby)
Don't turn away

Now there's just one thing that I need
Not sympathy and I don't want no pity
But a girl, a real girl
One that really loves me

And then I'll be the complete man
So I'm gonna tell you right now, listen

Don't turn away (you gotta, baby)
Don't turn away (you gotta keep on trying)
Don't turn away, don't turn away

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Postby Slim and Gabby » Fri May 15, 2009 9:03 am

I know the gauntlet was thrown down long ago sir, this one is 80-megatons of shear-maddening-stupidity:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBiwnXPZeIE

Ummmm, that was, um, Kali Bahlu; Gabby and I speculate that she was one of those poor-little-rich-girls, and "they" found her in the nut house, too many sugar-cubes. That's only our theory, but...

I know this next one doesn't count, but it's my way of throwing a couple of cans of gasoline on the inferno! BOOOOOM!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fw07CDid0JM
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Postby Slim and Gabby » Fri May 15, 2009 9:05 am

Sorry, I couldn't find any lyrics for Ms. Bahlu, so I thought I'd just show the class instead; I hope that's not considered cheating?
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Postby VMacek » Sun May 17, 2009 11:00 am

Roger - I heard that Moulty didn't want to record that song, then when he found out it was put on record, he chased the producer around his office, smashing copies of the record over the guy's head.
Heh - I love that story...

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Postby Roger Thornhill » Sun May 17, 2009 12:21 pm

Slim and Gabby, I've been licking my wounds from that last volley. They run deep and I fear that I have to admit your victory.

Another offensive one for you--Screamin' Jay Hawkins' "Hong Kong." The offense here lies in Screamin' Jay's rather problematic approximations of Chinese in the song, so posting lyrics doesn't really help: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PO32bl8JMiM

Just the same:

tandin' on the corneeeeeeeeer in Hong Koooonnnnnnnnnnnnng...
[untranscribable fantasy chinese:] mnja njung
My Baby was dooooooooooown in Hong Koooonnnnnnnnnnnnng
Hong Koooonnnnnnnnnng...ijajio magiau
Hong Koooonnnnnnnnnng...bimiau miagmiau
It's bad to be alooooooooooonnnne...baumiaamibau-miaaa
In Hong Koooonnnnnnnnnnnnng!

WORRY! Worries 'bout you babyyyyyyyyyy!!!
You've been down too loooooooonnnnnng!
Worry 'bout you, babyyyyyyyyyyy!
You've been down too loooooooonnnnnng!

Hong Kooooonnnnnnnng...bling blang bung bling bing bla blu blub
Hong Kooooonnnnnnnng...babliblibliamunbladaiiii-jajung
It's bad to be aloooooooooonnnne!

Habu dibu doba
Hong Koooonnnnnnnnng
Habu dibu dubu dabu da
Hong Kooonnnnnnnnnng

I abuja gjiaa
Siggi kameing
Hojijaba
Mogu bipain
Hong Koooonnnnnnnnng!

Et-fujoun
Siggi kameing
Sab-dubjii
Huaggjiabbugjiia
Hong Koooonnnnnnnnng!

Bibbjiabubbljia
Hong Koooonnnnnnnnnng!
Hong Koooonnnnnnnnnng!!!
HONG KOOOONNNNNNNNNNG!!!
WUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

Siabluhiabjliubliabulia
Hong Koooonnnnnnnnnng!
"And darkness, as darkness does, fell."

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Postby Roger Thornhill » Sun May 17, 2009 12:22 pm

VMacek, that story is hilarious! I always like the way the chorus kinds of drowns his story with the shouting of his name, which is great too. It seems more like an adjective to describe a bird.
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Postby Slim and Gabby » Mon May 18, 2009 9:11 am

I've poster this before, they're not bad lyrics, but strange, and lots of fun:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfyP1dZlrDk

Can you imagine if DEVO did it?
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Postby VMacek » Sat May 23, 2009 5:21 am

Is that all there is?
Yarrgh, they're playing that song right now on the radio.
What I'm wondering is, she's a little girl, her house burns down, and this is her reaction? What kind of world-weary six-year-old barfly are we talking about here?

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Postby Slim and Gabby » Mon May 25, 2009 1:58 pm

Dad, would you like a Martini or a Manhattan while we watch the firemen work? They were out of our usual brand of smokes, so I got us Chesterfields, I hope that's okay with you and mom?
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Postby Roger Thornhill » Thu May 28, 2009 11:33 am

Was listening to the pretty out there Wavy Gravy comp. last night and I think I have some ammunition for a few more entries.

Payne, Leon. "Psycho." This one's a creepy country number (seems a rather rich genre for this contest). His delivery makes the song even scarier than the lyrics. It's hard to figure out who was supposed to be the target market for this one. I can't see it really working as a tear in my beer number. I guess he had to get it off of his chest.

Can Mary fry some fish, Mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, Mama
You could stop the baby cryin' 'cause my head is killing me

I saw my ex again last night, Mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, Mama
I killed them both, and they're buried under Jacob's sycamore

You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama
You better let 'em lock me up

Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
I'm havin' crazy dreams again, Mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night

I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up

Oh, you recall that little girl, Mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, Mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park

We were sitting on a bench, Mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama
Then my mind just walked away

You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
Mama why don't you get up?
"And darkness, as darkness does, fell."

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Postby Slim and Gabby » Thu May 28, 2009 3:48 pm

?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
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I didn't even see that one coming, gasp! You rat! Rest assured sir, hack, I will exact my vengeance; cough, cough, just as soon, wheeze, as the fires are put out! #!@&*$#@#!
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Postby Slim and Gabby » Thu Jun 04, 2009 11:35 am

Pen-gu-ins is pracatically chickinz, and I hates to see chickinz cry so much, I has to put’em outta ther mizzery!

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Postby Roger Thornhill » Wed Jun 17, 2009 10:32 am

Here's a heartbreaker for you.

There's some great background on the song over at Boing Boing: http://www.boingboing.net/2005/05/04/pl ... tople.html

Hess, Troy. "Please Don't Go Topless Mother."

[singing]
Mother dear, I know you must work
Though the job you got is really not the answer
I’m so ashamed to be the only guy in my grade
Whose mother is a topless go go dancer

Oh please don’t go topless mother
I hate to be so quite so blunt
The kids all laugh but I don’t cry
You’re not the only one putting up a front

Oh please don’t go topless mother
But I just cannot tell a lie
You’re ruining your reputation
And I can give you two big reasons why

Please don’t go topless mother
Even though it might mean clothes to wear
I’d love to wear old rags mother
You’ve got a burden you shouldn’t have to bear

[talking bit]
Oh please don’t go topless mother
Little friends won’t come to meet me
But their daddies do
I’ll shine shoes. I’ll collect pop bottles
Anything to help out
And then we’ll go off together
With no shame for people to talk about

[singing]
Oh please don’t go topless mother
I hate to be quite so blunt
The kids all laugh but I don’t cry
You’re not the only one who is putting up a front
You’re not the only one who is putting up a front

Here's a link to a streaming version of the song: http://mirror.randomfoo.net/boingboing/ ... opless.mp3
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Postby Slim and Gabby » Mon Jun 22, 2009 3:36 pm

I know this one doesn't count as it's way too old, form The War to End All Wars, aka WWI, but the lyrics are really offensive, and it's surprising how many people still hum the tune! Being of Irish decent, the first time I heard the words to this, the expression WTF! popped into my head #@#!$&*!!!@

It's a Long Way to Tipperary

Up to mighty London came
An Irish lad one day,
All the streets were paved with gold,
So everyone was gay!
Singing songs of Piccadilly,
Strand, and Leicester Square,
'Til Paddy got excited and
He shouted to them there:

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.

Paddy wrote a letter
To his Irish Molly O',
Saying, "Should you not receive it,
Write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in "spelling",
Molly dear", said he,
"Remember it's the pen, that's bad,
Don't lay the blame on me".

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square,
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.

Molly wrote a neat reply
To Irish Paddy O',
Saying, "Mike Maloney wants
To marry me, and so
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly,
Or you'll be to blame,
For love has fairly drove me silly,
Hoping you're the same!"

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square,
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.
Pen-gu-ins is pracatically chickinz, and I hates to see chickinz cry so much, I has to put’em outta ther mizzery!

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Postby Slim and Gabby » Mon Jun 22, 2009 4:10 pm

Oh, here's a good one. Every time this comes on, Gabby has to make some kinda snarky comment. People think this song is soooo romantic; this guy's a gutless-chicken-s**t! I get the feeling that he's a gunna get his brand new 1964 Corvette Stingray that he ordered after draining the bank account, and then, then he's gunna get his sixteen year old honey waiting for him after gym glass...oh yeah!


Softly

Softly, I will leave you softly
For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there

(Softly, long before you kiss me)
(Long before your arms can beg me stay)
(For one more hour) or one more day
After all the years, I can't bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there
As I leave I you there
As I leave I you there
Pen-gu-ins is pracatically chickinz, and I hates to see chickinz cry so much, I has to put’em outta ther mizzery!


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