SoTD: Surf Punks – Meet Me At The Beach
09/30/2007 at 00:27 | In 1980s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
Sand’s too hot
Water’s too cold
Girl’s too young
Guy’s too old
Surf’s too big and gnarly (for me)
I go into the water
my body just gets numb
I stepped on a shark
boy, that thing was dumb
Can someone tell me why that lifeguard’s
swimming out (to me)?
I bought a new wetsuit
(Ring around the collar!)
Forgot that I was broke
(Can I borrow a dollar?)
Does anyone out there
(Have some coin for me?)
Meet me at the beach
it’s not hard to reach
Girls! Guys!
Tubes! Boobs!
Happening! Hot!
Reaeeeeelly! Alright!
Found a case of Lowi
(Gee, what a score!)
Drank ‘em all in seconds
(Got any more?)
Just how wasted can I get today?
My fries fell in the sand
My burger’s not too nice
The Pepsi just spilled over
Oops! I dropped my ice.
When will everything be just right (for me)?
Meet me at the beach
it’s not hard to reach
Frisbees, look out!
Hey man! Punch out!
Six foot lefts. Ten foot rights.
Parties! Girls!
Going to the beach
(Let’s find a place to park)
There’s a spot right there
(Oops, too late, it’s dark)
Why does this always happen to me?
Hey, it’s going to be a hot one today
85 in town, 95 in the Valley
I suggest you all pile into the old jalopies
and get out to that beach
It’s going to be a cool 78 in the air,
70 degrees in the water
And we’ve got a swell from the West
today at 3 to 5 feet
So grab your sticks and let’s go surfing!
Owwwwwwwh!
Artist: Surf Punks
Album: My Beach
Release Date: 1980
SoTD: Jim Stafford – Cow Patti
09/29/2007 at 00:52 | In 1990s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
From the bad lands came the killer
He lived by the knife and the gun
He’d cut you just for standing
And shoot ya if ya tried to run
He was big as a tree and did as he pleased
And everything he did was bad
And they said if you was to kill him
It’d only make him mad
From the good lands came the cowgirl
Patti was her name
She was hot on the trail of that killer
On a moped she called Flame
‘Cause the killer had killed her daddy
For spittin’ in the road
You only had to kill her daddy once
To get that girl P.O.’d
Chorus:
Yippie eye eh Cow Patti
Yippie eye eh Cow Patti
She rode into town to find the man that killed her daddy
Yippie eye eh Cow Patti
The killer hit town at daybreak
Ate the door of the local saloon
He started to drink you could tell
He was thinking there’ll be a showdown soon
Patti hit town in a cloud of dust
Ol’ Flame was buzzin’ like a saw
And the whole town got quiet as a church
When the killer stepped out for the draw
Forty shots rang out
Forty people fell
Patti and the killer missed each other
But they shot that town to hell
Yippie eye eh Cow Patti
Yippie eye eh Cow Patti
She rode into town to find the man that killed her daddy
Yippie eye eh Cow Patti
The killer took a step towards Patti
Said it’s time I gunned you down
But he slipped in something that was layin’ in the street
And was shot before he hit the ground
Yes, the killer slipped and it cost him his life
And Patti said as she roared out of town
You gotta watch your step
When you know the chips are down
Artist: Jim Stafford
Album: Greatest Hits
Release Date: 1995
SoTD: Ashanti – Happy
09/28/2007 at 00:24 | In 2000s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
Woo, ha ha right back at ya..
it’s the world’s most talented record label
Murder Inc.
And that angelic voice you hear in the background,
oh that’s our new princess of Hip Hop in R&B yo
Miss Ashanti.
Boy you fill me with so much joy,
You give whatever it is I need
My love here to stay won’t ever leave,
So glad that you fell in love with me.
My love is so good that I wouldn’t be without you
Babe, couldn’t see me without you babe.
My love is so good that I wouldn’t be without you
Babe couldn’t see me without you baby.
All my life I’ve been searching for you,
everyday. So glad that I found you boy,
All my life I’ve been feeling for you everyday.
I’m so happy baby.
Boy you got me feeling so good,
you take all my pain away from me..
Without you around I couldn’t be
and I know you fell in love with me.
All my life I’ve been searching for you,
everyday. So glad that I found you boy,
All my life I’ve been feeling for you everyday.
I’m so happy baby.
I’m so happy that I fell in love,
I thank God he sent you from up above.
I’m so happy that I found someone,
and I thank God he sent you from above.
All my life I’ve been searching for you,
everyday. So glad that I found you boy,
All my life I’ve been feeling for you everyday.
I’m so happy baby.
All my life I’ve been searching for you,
everyday. So glad that I found you boy,
All my life I’ve been feeling for you everyday.
I’m so happy baby.
Hmmm that I wouldn’t be without you babe
couldn’t see me without you babe and I wouldn’t be
without you babe couldn’t see me without you baby.
Artist: Ashanti
Album: Ashanti
Release Date: 2001
SoTD: Larry Groce – Junk Food Junkie
09/27/2007 at 00:37 | In 1970s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
White sugar don’t touch my lips
And my friends is always begging me
To take them on macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I stake out my strong box
That I keep under lock and key
And I take it off to my closet
Where nobody else can see
I open that door so slowly
Take a peek up north and south
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
And I pop it in my mouth
Yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime you can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt
From my hand thrown pottery jar
And sippin’ a little hand pressed cider
With a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face in a natural way
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh, yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I’m all by myself
I work that combination on my secret hideaway shelf
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
Dr Pepper and an ole Moon Pie
Then I sit back in glorious expectation
Of a genuine junk food high
Oh yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
Oh, but at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
My friends down at the commune
They think I’m pretty neat
Oh, I don’t know nothing about arts and crafts
But I give ‘em all something to eat
I’m a friend to old Euell Gibbons
And I only eat home grown spice
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
Filled up with my brown rice
Yes, I do
Oh, folks but lately I hae been spotted
With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
With a face as white as death
I’m afraid someday they’ll find me
Just stretched out on my bed
With a handful of Pringles potato chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I’m Mr Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Artist: Larry Groce
Album: Junk Food Junkie
Release Date: 1976
SoTD: Porno For Pyros – Pets
09/26/2007 at 00:13 | In 1990s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
Children are innocent
A teenager’s fucked up in the head
Adults are even more fucked up
And elderlies are like children
Will there be another race
To come along and take over for us?
Maybe Martians could do
Better than we’ve done
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
My friend says we’re like the dinosaurs
Only we are doing ourselves in
Much faster than they
Ever did
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We will make great pets
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We will make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
We’ll make great pets!
Artist: Porno For Pyros
Album: Porno For Pyros
Release Date: 1993
SoTD: Veruca Salt – Volcano Girls
09/25/2007 at 00:59 | In 1990s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
Leave me
Lying here
‘Cause I don’t wanna go!
Leave me
Lying here
‘Cause I don’t wanna go!
Leave me
Lying here
‘Cause I don’t wanna go!
Tell me, tell me what you really want from me
You gotta let me know
I’m falling off and I need you terribly
One down, and one to go
Volcano girls we really cant be beat
Warm us up and watch us blow
Now and then we fail and we admit defeat
Were falling off
We are watered down and fully grown
Leave me
Lying here
‘Cause I don’t wanna go!
Leave me
Lying here
‘Cause I don’t wanna go!
A million miles of running
And I hit the wall
I bounce back and I run some more
This is it, I’m giving up
I’m calling quits
So get down and meet me on the floor
Way to go, way to flip off everyone
I steal your thunder then I try to bolt
But I could stand a little pity now and then
I’m falling off, I am watered down and fully grown
Go, I don’t wanna go!
I don’t wanna go!
I don’t wanna go!
I don’t wanna go!
I told you about the seether before…
You know, the one that’s neither or nor
Well here’s another clue if you please
The seethers Louise
(One, two, three, wow!)
Leave me
Lying here
‘Cause I don’t wanna go
Leave me
Lying here
‘Cause I don’t wanna go
Leave me
Lying here
‘Cause I don’t wanna go
Leave me, leave me, leave me
Go, I don’t wanna go!
I don’t wanna go!
I don’t wanna go!
I don’t wanna go!
Artist: Veruca Salt
Album: Volcano Girls
Release Date: 1997
SoTD: Ivie Anderson, Duke Ellington – Love Is Like A Cigarette
09/24/2007 at 00:10 | In 1930s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
What is love?
You call it heaven above
A star that shines
In the night
A bird that sings
In its flight
A flower that blooms in the spring
It’s no such thing
Love
Is like a cigarette
You know you had my heart aglow
Between your fingertips
And
Just like a cigarette
I never knew the thrill of life
Until you touched my lips
Then
Just like a cigarette
Love seemed to fade away
And leave behind
Ashes of regret
And with a flick of your fingertip
It was easy for you to forget
Love is like a cigarette
Then
Just like a cigarette
Love seemed to fade away
And leave behind
Ashes of regret
And with a flick
Of your fingertip
It was easy for you to forget
‘Cause love is like a cigarette
Artist: Ivie Anderson, Duke Ellington
Album: Duke Ellington Presents Ivie Anderson
Release Date: 1932
SoTD: Shirley And Company – Shame, Shame, Shame
09/23/2007 at 07:47 | In 1970s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
Can’t stop me now hear what I say
My feet want to move so get out my way
I’m gonna have my say
I’m going to every discotheque
I’m gonna dance dance dance dance ooh
Till the break of day I say
Shame shame shame hey shame on you
If you can’t dance too
I say shame shame shame
Shame shame shame
Shame shame on you
If you can’t dance too
Don’t stop the motion
If you get the notion
You can’t stop the groove
‘Caus you just won’t move
Got my sun-roof down
Got my diamonds in the back
So put on your shaky wig baby
If you don’t I ain’t comin’ back
Shame shame shame hey shame on you
If you can’t dance too
I say shame shame shame
Shame shame shame
Shame shame on you
If you can’t dance too
If you don’t want to go
Remember one monkey don’t stop no show
My body needs action, ain’t gonna blow
Yes I’m going out I’m going to find a dancin’ man
If you really think you’re fast
Try to catch me if you can
I say shame shame shame yeah (aah) shame on you
If you can’t dance too
It’s a shame shame shame
Shame shame shame
Shame shame on you
If you can’t dance too
If you can’t dance
Shame shame shame hey shame on you
If you can’t dance too
I say shame shame shame
Shame shame shame
Shame shame on you
If you can’t dance too
(Shame) said shame (shame) said shame
(Shame) shame on you
If you can’t dance too, if you can’t dance
(Shame) said shame (shame) said shame
(Shame) shame on you
If you can’t dance too, if you can’t dance
Artist: Shirley And Company
Album: Shame, Shame, Shame
Release Date: 1975
SoTD: David Bowie – Fashion
09/22/2007 at 00:14 | In 1980s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
There’s a brand new dance but I dont know its name
That people from bad homes do again and again
It’s big and it’s bland, full of tension and fear
They do it over there but we don’t do it here
Fashion! Turn to the left!
Fashion! Turn to the right!
Oooh, fashion!
We are the goon squad and were coming to town
Beep-beep!
Beep-beep!
Listen to me – don’t listen to me
Talk to me – don’t talk to me
Dance with me – don’t dance with me, no
Beep-beep!
There’s a brand new talk, but it’s not very clear
Oh bop!
That people from good homes are talking this year
Oh bop, fashion!
It’s loud and tasteless and I’ve heard it before
Oh bop!
You shout it while youre dancing on the ole dance
Floor
Oh bop, fashion!
Fashion! Turn to the left!
Fashion! Right!
Fashion!
We are the goon squad and were coming to town
Beep-beep!
Beep-beep!
Listen to me – don’t listen to me
Talk to me – don’t talk to me
Dance with me – don’t dance with me, no
Beep-beep!
Beep-beep!
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Artist: David Bowie
Album: Dame And Fashion
Release Date: 1984
SoTD: Twisted Sister – We’re Not Gonna Take It
09/21/2007 at 00:01 | In 1980s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
Oh we’re not gonna take it!
No, we ain’t gonna take it!
Oh we’re not gonna take it anymore!
We’ve got the right to choose and
there ain’t no way we’ll lose it
this is our life, this is our song
we’ll fight the powers that be just
don’t pick our destiny ’cause
you don’t know us, you don’t belong
oh we’re not gonna take it!
No, we ain’t gonna take it!
Oh we’re not gonna take it anymore!
Oh you’re so condescending
Your gall is never ending
We don’t want nothin’, not a thing from you
Your life is trite and jaded
boring and confiscated
If that’s your best, your best won’t do
Oh…
Oh…
We’re right — yeah!
we’re free — yeah!
we’ll fight — yeah!
you’ll see — yeah!
Oh we’re not gonna take it!
No, we ain’t gonna take it!
Oh we’re not gonna take it anymore!
Oh we’re not gonna take it!
No, we ain’t gonna take it!
Oh we’re not gonna take it anymore!
No way!
Oh…
Oh…
We’re right — yeah!
we’re free — yeah!
we’ll fight — yeah!
you’ll see — yeah!
We’re not gonna take it!
No, we ain’t gonna take it!
We’re not gonna take it anymore!
We’re not gonna take it, no!
No, we ain’t gonna take it!
We’re not gonna take it anymore!
Just you try and make us
We’re not gonna take it
Come on!
No, we ain’t gonna take it!
You’re all worthless and weak
We’re not gonna take it anymore
Now drop and give me twenty
We’re not gonna take it
A pledge pin
No, we ain’t gonna take it
Oh you on your uniform
we’re not gonna take it anymore!
Artist: Twisted Sister
Album: Stay Hungry
Release Date: 1984
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