Kooky Song Lyrics

[[Pe...]]

Howdy Y'all;

Does anyone else get songs stuck in their head?  Of course we do.  A lot of times its those annoying ones like a commercials that comes on the radio every 10 minutes.

 

This is kind of a vent/rant thread so it's not necessarily POSITIVE, but I find there's a lot of humor in the negative - I guess cuz I can relate.

 

Like The Look by Roxette - Did they use Windows 95 to translate from Swede to English?  What the hell is a tasty raindrop? 

 

And what the crap does this mean??

"Fire in the ice,

naked to the T-bone

is a lover's disguise.

Banging on the head drum,

shaking like a mad bull,

she's got the look."

 

Shaking like a mad bull?? She's got "The Look" and mad cow disease!

These lyrics make no sense!! Pac-Man fever has better lyrics!

The thing is - i really like the melody and rhythm, but the lyrics are so stupid I hate the song at the same time!  And now its stuck in my head!

 

Anyone else get those annoying songs stuck in their coconut?  Rant here!

 

 

[Guest [On...]]

Oh, gawd, yes!  I've been watching reruns of Little House on the Prairie and got this gem stuck in my head.

 

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man

Washed his face in a frying pan

Combed his hair with a wagon wheel

Died of a toothache in his heel...

 

Sing it off key with a raspy voice and you'll nail it.

[Guest [jc...]]

The lyrics to Blinded by the Light always got me...wtf?

 

 

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night1

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night1

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner (fade out) in the night1

 

Madman drummers bummers,

Indians in the summer

with a teenage diplomat

In the dumps with the mumps

as the adolescent pumps

his way into his hat

With a boulder on my shoulder,

feelin' kinda older,

I tripped the merry-go-round

 

With this very unpleasin',

sneezin' and wheezin,

the calliope crashed to the ground

The calliope crashed to the ground

 

Well she was...

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Some silicone sister

with a manager mister

told me I got what it takes

She said

"I'll turn you on sonny to something strong,

play the song with the funky break"

And go-cart Mozart

was checkin' out the weather chart

see if it was safe outside

And little Early-Pearly

came by in his curly-wurly

and asked me if I needed a ride

Asked me if I needed a ride

 

Well she was...

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

Blinded by the light

 

She got down but she never got tight

She's gonna make it through the night

She's gonna make it through the night

 

------ guitar solo ------

 

But mama, that's where the fun is

But mama, that's where the fun is

Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun

But mama, that's where the fun is

 

Some brimstone baritone

anticyclone

rolling stone

preacher from the east

Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone,

hit it in its funny bone,

and that's where they expect it least"

And some new-mown chaperone

was standin' in the corner,

watching the young girls dance

And some fresh-sown moonstone

was messin' with his frozen zone,

reminding him of romance

The calliope crashed to the ground

 

But she was...

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

{the following two sections are sung simultaneously}

 

1)

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

 

Blinded by the light,

revved up like a deuce,

another runner in the night

~ Blinded by the light

 

2) ~ Madman drummers bummers,

Indians in the summer

with a teenage diplomat

~ In the dumps with the mumps

as the adolescent pumps

his way into his hat

~ With a boulder on my shoulder,

feelin' kinda older,

I tripped the merry-go-round

~ With this very unpleasin',

sneezin' and wheezin,

the calliope crashed to the ground

~ Now Scott with a slingshot

finally found a tender spot

and throws his lover in the sand

~ And some bloodshot forget-me-not

said daddy's within earshot

save the buckshot, turn up the band

runner in the night

~ Some silicone sister

with a manager mister

told me I go what it takes

~ She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong"

 

She got down but She Never Got Touched

It's gonna make it through the night

 

 

[[Pe...]]

YES!  That song always annoyed me cuz it sounds like their singing Douche, not duece.

I think they were taking something a little stronger than .5Mg of Vallium! 

 

Hollaback Girl - a far cry from the No Doubt days for Gwen Stephugli

[Guest [jc...]]

David Bowie's Diamond Dogs is another good one.

 

This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!

 

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent

You asked for the latest party

With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump

Dressed like a priest you was

Todd Browning's freak you was

 

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee

I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see

The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees

Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal

 

I'll keep a friend serene

(Will they come?)

Oh baby, come unto me

(Will they come?)

Well, she's come, been and gone.

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch your death in the fog

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

 

The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat

And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase

The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope

Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go

 

Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach

Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch

Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake

Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are stabilized

 

I'll keep a friend serene

(Will they come?)

Oh baby, come unto me

(Will they come?)

Well, she's come, been and gone.

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch your death in the fog

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs

 

In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch

Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch

Just another future song, lonely little kitsch

(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow

 

I'll keep a friend serene

(Will they come?)

Oh baby, come unto me

(Will they come?)

Well, she's come, been and gone.

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch your death in the fog

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs

 

Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow

Call them the Diamond Dogs

Dogs

Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them

Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo

Call them the Diamond Dogs

 

Keep cool

Diamond Dogs rule, OK

Hey-hey-hey-hey

Beware of the Diamond Dogs

Beware of the Diamond Dogs

 

[Guest [On...]]

I used to think it was "douche" too!!

[Guest [jc...]]

I used to think it was "douche" too!!

 

So did I, lol.

[[Pe...]]

Talking Heads has some truly odd ones:

I really like this song, but wtf does it mean??

 

Love -> Building on Fire:

 

When my love

Stands next to your love,

I can't compare love

When it's not love.

 

It's not love.

It's not love.

Which is my face,

Which is a building,

Which is on fire, on fire

 

When my love

Stands next to your love,

I can't define love

When it's not love.

 

It's not love.

It's not love.

Which is my face,

Which is a building,

Which is on fire.

 

I've got two loves

I've got two loves

And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet like little birds

 

They're my two loves

And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet like little birds

They're my two loves

 

Count them one, two loves

Count them one, two loves.

Which is my face

Which is a building

Which is on fire, on fire

 

When my love

Stands next to your love,

I can't define love

When it's not love.

 

It's not love.

It's not love.

Which is my face,

Which is a building,

Which is on fire.

[[tr...]]

These are my all-time favorite lyrics because it describes all of us simply and perfectly.

 

Each of us

Cells of awareness

Imperfect and incomplete

Genetic blends,with uncertain ends

On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet

 

Rush ~ Freewill

[[la...]]

Come listen to a story about a man name jeb

[[no...]]

David Bowie's Diamond Dogs is another good one.

 

This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!

 

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent

You asked for the latest party

With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump

Dressed like a priest you was

Todd Browning's freak you was

 

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee

I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see

The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees

Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal

 

I'll keep a friend serene

(Will they come?)

Oh baby, come unto me

(Will they come?)

Well, she's come, been and gone.

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch your death in the fog

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

 

The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat

And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase

The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope

Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go

 

Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach

Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch

Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake

Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are stabilized

 

I'll keep a friend serene

(Will they come?)

Oh baby, come unto me

(Will they come?)

Well, she's come, been and gone.

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch your death in the fog

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs

 

In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch

Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch

Just another future song, lonely little kitsch

(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow

 

I'll keep a friend serene

(Will they come?)

Oh baby, come unto me

(Will they come?)

Well, she's come, been and gone.

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch your death in the fog

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs

 

Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow

Call them the Diamond Dogs

Dogs

Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them

Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo

Call them the Diamond Dogs

 

Keep cool

Diamond Dogs rule, OK

Hey-hey-hey-hey

Beware of the Diamond Dogs

Beware of the Diamond Dogs

 

 

 

loved David Bowie songs but always thought the words were way ou too until I saw him on a program year's ago and the interviewers asked him what his song writing technique was. He then pulled out a battered old felt hat and showed him lots of bits of paper in the hat and said''I write random words put them in the hat pull them out and use them as lyrics to tunes I think up, that figures then. But did he lend that hat out I wonder looking at some of the other crappy lyrics on here??  It also explains this song of his.......

 

 

Drive in Saturday

 

 

 

 

(Uh uh ah) Let me put my arms around your head

(Dom do ah) Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed

Don't forget to turn on the light

Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright

(Dom do ah) Pour me out another phone

(Dom do ah) I'll ring and see if your friends are home

Perhaps the strange ones in the dome

Can lend us a book we can read up alone

 

And try to get it on like once before

When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored

Like the video films we saw

 

His name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah)

And he'd shrug and ask to stay

She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)

And turn her face away

 

She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)

But she knows she really loves him

It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)

It's a drive-in Saturday

 

Jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do ah)

Neither hands nor limbs would burst

It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation

 

(Bah dom bah) cursing at the astronette

(Dom do ah) who stands in steel by his cabinet

He's crashing out with Sylvian

The bureau supply for aging men

With snorting head he gazes to the shore

Once had raised a sea that raged no more

Like the video films we saw

 

His name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah)

And he'd shrug and ask to stay

She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)

And turn her face away

 

She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)

But she knows she really loves him

It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)

It's a drive-in Saturday

 

His name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah)

And he'd shrug and ask to stay

She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah)

And turn her face away

 

She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)

But she knows she really loves him

It's a crash course for the ravers (got got do ah)

It's a drive-in Saturday, yeah, yeah

 

(Drive-in Saturday)

(It's a drive-in Saturday)

(It's a drive-in Saturday)

(It's a drive-in Saturday)

It's a, it's a, it's a drive in Saturday (It's a drive-in Saturday)

It's a, it's a, it's a, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,

Yes sir

(It's a drive-in Saturday) dom do do do, dom do do do

(It's a drive-in Saturday) dom do do da, dom do do da

(It's a drive-in Saturday) yes sir

(It's a drive-in Saturday)

 

 

 

Love Nova xxx  :smitten:

[[fi...]]

I don't know what the deal is exactly but I can't get the song bootylicious out of my freakin head!!

 

I don't even like the song or the lyrics, beat anything!!

 

This has been going on for about 4 days now!

 

I wake up singing it!

 

This crap is the very definition of BENZO HELL! LOL

 

HELP ME!! 

[Guest [jc...]]

Great story Nova!

[[no...]]

THIS ONE!!!! Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!! NNNNNNNOOOOOooooooo!!!! http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll36/Bigsteve87/Gifs/AtomicBomb.gif

 

The Cheeky Song (Touch my bum) Lyrics

 

Cheeky girls

Ooh, boys cheeky girls

Ooh, girls cheeky boys

Ooh, boys cheeky girls

Ooh, girls cheeky boys

 

Ooh, boys cheeky girls

Ooh, girls cheeky boys

Ooh, boys cheeky girls

Ooh, girls cheeky boys

 

I never ever ask where do you go

I never ever ask what do you do

I never ever ask what's in your mind

I never ever ask if you'll be mine

Come and smile don't be shy

Touch my bum this is life, ooh

 

We are the cheeky girls

We are the cheeky girls

You are the cheeky boys

You are the cheeky boys

 

We are the cheeky girls

We are the cheeky girls

You are the cheeky boys

You are the cheeky boys

 

Hmm cheeky, cheeky

Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky

 

Ooh, boys cheeky girls

Ooh, girls cheeky boys

Ooh, boys cheeky girls

Ooh, girls cheeky boys

 

Ooh, boys cheeky girls

Ooh, girls cheeky boys

Ooh, boys cheeky girls

Ooh, girls cheeky boys

 

I never ever ask where do you go

I never ever ask what do you do

I never ever ask what's in your mind

I never ever ask if you'll be mine

Come and smile, don't be shy

Touch my bum, this is life

 

Unu doy trei si

 

We are the cheeky girls

We are the cheeky girls

You are the cheeky boys

You are the cheeky boys

 

We are the cheeky girls

We are the cheeky girls

You are the cheeky boys

You are the cheeky boys

 

Come and join the cheeky club

This is what you want

Come and sing the cheeky song

Our cheeky song woo

Come and join the cheeky club

This is what you want

 

Come and sing the cheeky song

Our cheeky song woo

Come and smile, don't be shy

Touch my bum, this is life

Cheeky, cheeky

 

We are the cheeky girls

We are the cheeky girls

You are the cheeky boys

You are the cheeky boys

 

We are the cheeky girls

We are the cheeky girls

You are the cheeky boys

You are the cheeky boys

 

We are the cheeky girls

We are the cheeky girls

You are the cheeky boys

You are the cheeky boys

 

We are the cheeky girls

We are the cheeky girls

You are the cheeky boys

You are the cheeky boys

 

Cheeky, cheeky

 

[[Pe...]]

Wow - in reading some of these I'm super happy I don't know a lot of them.

 

Being from Iowa with the caucuses in 4 days we're getting deluged with political ads.

 

Where I hear 'caucus' this little chant goes over and over in my head:  7 seconds long.

https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=the+simpsons+caucus+caucus&view=detail&mid=182DE09DD6C7079FD3F1182DE09DD6C7079FD3F1&FORM=VIRE2

 

[[be...]]

Guess who wrote this partial lyrics to this song??

 

I am me as you are me and we are all together.

See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly.

Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come.

Corporate T-shirts stupid bloody Tuesday

Man, you're a naughty boy you let your face grow long.

 

Bets

 

[[Pe...]]

Bob Dylan?

Roger Waters?

[[be...]]

Bob Dylan?

Roger Waters?

 

Nope. I am the Walrus by the Beatles. John Lennon in fact. Gotya!!!!!

[[no...]]

Bob Dylan?

Roger Waters?

 

Nope. I am the Walrus by the Beatles. John Lennon in fact. Gotya!!!!!

 

Love that song its the B side of Hello, Goodbye  I am the Walrus  was a favourite sing along song amongst me and my friends for many years when younger, and I still sing it solo now when sxs and the mood allows

 

 

Love Nova xxx :smitten:

 

 

[[Pe...]]

Never listened to the Beatles much.  They were played on the radio so often I was bombarded.  Certainly had some great music, and I really like Wings and McCartney's solo stuff.

 

Well, with a song title like I am the Walrus - I can assume the lyrics would be messed up.

Halucinogens are powerful drugs. 

 

Worst popular song lyrics writer - Steve Miller.

Abracadabra?? Yech.

 

 

[[no...]]

A song about kooky song lyrics.....

 

The Chicken Song - Spitting Image

 

Its the time of year

Now that Spring is in the air

When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair

Make another song for moronic holidays

That nauseate-ate-ate

In a million different ways

From the shores of Spain

To the coast of Southern France

No matter where you hide

You just can't escape this dance

 

Hold a chicken in the air

Stick a deckchair up your nose

Buy a jumbo jet

And then bury all your clothes

Paint your left knee green

Then extract your wisdom teeth

Form a string quartet

And pretend your name is Keith

 

Skin yourself alive

Learn to speak Arapahoe

Climb inside a dog

And behead an eskimo

Eat a Renault Four with salami in your ears

Casserole your gran

Disembowel yourself with spears

 

The disco is vibrating

The sound is loud and grating

Its truly nauseating

Let's do the dance again

 

Hold a chicken in the air

Stick a deckchair up your nose

Yes you'll hear this song in the holiday discos

And there's no escape in the clubs or in the bars

You would hear this song if you holidayed in Mars

 

Skin yourself alive

Learn to speak Arapahoe

Climb inside a dog

And behead an eskimo

Now you've heard it once

Your brain will spring a leak

And though you hate this song

You'll be humming it for weeks

 

Hold a chicken in the air

Stick a deckchair up your nose

Buy a jumbo jet

And then bury all your clothes

La la la la la

La la la la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la la la laaaaaaa

 

Another crappy song by the two blokes the above song is about(Duo Black lace)

 

Agadoo Black lace

 

Agadoo Lyrics

 

Ag-a-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee

To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees

Come and dance every night, sing with a hula melody

 

I met a hula mistress somewhere in Waikiki

Well she was sellin' pineapple, playin' ukulele

And when I went to the girl, come on and teach me to sway

She laughed and whispered to me, yes come tonight to the bay

 

The lovely beach, in the sky the moon of Kauai

Around calypso sarong we'll all be singin' this song

 

Ag-a-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee

To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees

Come and dance every night, sing with a hula melody

 

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee

To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees

Come and dance every night, sing with a hula melody

 

And down on the shore they gather romance

She showed me much more, not only to dance...

 

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee

To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees

Come and dance every night, sing with a hula melody

 

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee

To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees

Come and dance every night, sing with a hula melody

 

The lovely beach, in the sky the moon of Kauai

Around calypso sarong we'll all be singin' this song

 

Ag-a-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee

To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees

Come and dance every night,

sing with a hula melody

 

Ag-a-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree

Aga-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee

To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees

Come and dance every night,

sing with a hula melody

 

THE KINGS OF CRAP SONGS LTD!!!!!!

 

 

[[Pe...]]

Those are truly terrible.  But from your description of who they are, it seems they're trying to be terrible. 

Not a difficult feat, even for good bands. 

[[be...]]

Never listened to the Beatles much.  They were played on the radio so often I was bombarded.  Certainly had some great music, and I really like Wings and McCartney's solo stuff.

 

Well, with a song title like I am the Walrus - I can assume the lyrics would be messed up.

Halucinogens are powerful drugs. 

 

Worst popular song lyrics writer - Steve Miller.

Abracadabra?? Yech.

 

 

No Beatles fan? I guess we can't be friends.

 

They came about using LSD, not at the beginning, but right before Sgt Pepper's. Paul was having a dinner party and his dentist/friend put LSD into their coffee. I wonder if the dentist charged them for Novocaine? They loved it. That's why the rest of the albums were so............unusual.

[[Pe...]]

They dabbled in drugs? I'm shocked! 

The music industry is so clean cut! /sarc

 

I can certainly appreciate their talent.  My older brothers were more into metal so that's what I grew up listening to. Deep Purple, Ted Nugent, Aerosmith, BOC, Black Sabbath.  I was the Kiss fan as a kid, and listened to the Beach Boys, The Cars, Queen, and Pac Man Fever!    It's Drivin' me crazy!

 

 

[[be...]]

Hey Pet. I get where you're at. I was too young for The Beatles, but older brothers, ya know?

 

Anyway, Steve Tyler has a vacation home right next door to ours.

 

 

Here's a very easy one. I bet Gilly gets it. Not going to name it and make you guys guess. This should be a dead give away.

 

Well, the rag man, draw circles

Up and down the block

I asked him what's the matter

Well, I know he don't talk

And the ladies treat me kindly

They furnish me with tea

But deep down in my heart

I know I can't escape.

Oh mamma! Can this really be the end?

I'm stuck inside of Mobile

With the Memphis blues again.