Random Song Lyrics


#121

I went home with the waitress, the way I often do.
Well how was I to know she was with the Russians too

I was gambling in Havana, I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money, to get me out of this.


#122

He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy

After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy


#123

[QUOTE=“Esso Oil, post: 1140729, member: 2735”]He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy

After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy[/QUOTE]

:eek:


#124

[QUOTE=“Esso Oil, post: 1140729, member: 2735”]He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy

After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy[/QUOTE]

Sounds like Nick Cave-style lyrics.


#125

[QUOTE=“Aristotle, post: 1140744, member: 2949”]Sounds like Nick Cave-style lyrics.[/QUOTE]

Warren Zevon even


#126

Just to keep the Warren Zevon vibe going

Well I went to the doctor
I said I’m feeling kind of rough
’Let me break to you son
Your shits fcuked up’

I said My shits fcuked up?
Well I don’t see how.
He said the shit that used to work
It won’t work now


#127

I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again


#128

Something that’s been to my mind of late, great opening lyrics to songs? Love this one

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 mans soul to waste


#129

“You’re dressed to kill and guess who’s dying”


#130

You’ve loved me as a loser. Now you’re worried that I just might win.


#131

It hasn’t all been easy,
But sure that’s the way it goes,
We’ve been shaken, rocked and rattled,
Taken jabs and body blows,
There’s a strength in being together,
Like a steel bar that won’t bend,
Nevermind the strangers


#132

Best line …
When you have played against a galeforce wind,
and it changes at halftime


#133

Now to conclude and finish my story.
If there’s a young one, looking for a man,
Take the bus from Bearna, down to Lisdoonvarna


#134

Now the boys look so bashful when they go out courtin’
They seem to look so very shy
As to kiss a young maid, sure they seem half afraid
But they would if they could on the sly


#135

My today
Fell in from the top


#136

My mama don’t like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And I’ve been so caught up in my job, didn’t see what’s going on
But now I know, I’m better sleeping on my own


#137

You’ve loved me as a loser. Now you’re worried that I just might win

Leonard Cohen - First we take Manhatten

Genius


#138

My back is numb
My hands are freezing


#139

Four who shared this room and we were caught up in the crack
Sleeping late on Sundays and we never got to Mass

It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long, long way
It get’s further by the day
It’s a long, long way from Clare to here

When Friday comes around we’re only into fighting
My Ma would like a letter home but I’m too tired for writing

It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long, long way
It get’s further by the day
It’s a long, long way from Clare to here

It almost breaks my heart when I think of my family
I told them I’d be coming home with my pockets full of green

It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long, long way
It get’s further by the day
It’s a long, long way from Clare to here

The only time I feel alright is when I’m into drinking
It can sort of ease the pain of it and it levels out my thinking

It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long, long way
It get’s further by the day
It’s a long, long way from Clare to here

I sometimes hear the fiddles play, maybe it’s just a notion
I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean

It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long way from Clare to here
It’s a long, long way
It get’s further by the day
It’s a long, long way from Clare to here

I know you’ll think it’s twee, but for a lad like myself who it feels sometimes like he’s spent his whole life emigrating, I find it as powerful a set of lyrics as there are.


#140

Lovely tune, another one I’d be liable to blast out if the mood took me.

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress