Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 51 | |
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ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok????
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ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok???? Stop torturing meeeeeee. |
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Deep down in Louisiana south of New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens... There stood a log cabin there made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy named a Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. (Chorus) Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passing by would stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play (Chorus) His mother told him someday he would be a man, And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around To hear him play his music when the sun goes down Maybe someday his name would be in lights It would be saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. (Chorus |
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Look,
Look, Shes mine, We are getting a nipple to go with our benny lunas one day!! Wanta fight for her? Meet me in Arizona, day after tomorrow!! I have to work tomorrow |
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Torturing you>>>>???? I havent done a thing yet!!! Im innocent!!!
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When I was a little bitty boy
My Grandmother bought me a cute little toy Silver bells hanging on a string She said it was my Ding a ling a ling Oh my ding a ling, Everybody sing I wanna play with my ding a ling a ling Oh my ding a ling, my ding a ling I wanna play with my ding a ling a ling (I forgot to tell you it's a little jerk, Right there, A little jerk in it, Right there, Can't do without that jerk, Yeah) When I started Grammar School I used to stop off in the vestibule Every time that bell would ring I'd take out my ding a ling a ling Oh my ding a ling, Everybody sing I wanna play with my ding a ling a ling My ding a ling, my ding a ling I wanna play with my ding a ling a ling (Here come that jerk again, Mmh, Does something good to ya) Humpty dumpty on the wall Humpty had an awful fall When they went to tell the king Caught him playing with his ding a ling Oh my ding a ling, my ding a ling Come on now everybody sing My ding a ling, my ding a ling I wanna play with my ding a ling (Oh yeah, Got something to it) I remember the girl next door We used to play house on the kitchen floor I'd be king, she'd be queen Together we'd play with our ding a ling a ling My ding a ling, Oh my I wanna play with my ding a ling a ling (Mmh) When they took me to Sunday School Tried to teach me the golden rule But every time the quire would sing Catch me playing with my ding a ling Oh my ding a ling, my ding a ling I wanna play with my ding a ling My ding (That's right), my ding a ling I wanna play with my ding a ling a ling (You know, I didn't hear everybody singing, Everybody joins in on that course) This here song, it ain't to sad Cutest little song you ever had Those of you, who will not sing You must be playing with your own ding a ling Oh my ding a ling, my ding a lin (Come on now, Come on now, Everybody sing) Now my ding a, oh my ding a I wanna play with my ding a ling |
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Look, Look, Shes mine, We are getting a nipple to go with our benny lunas one day!! Wanta fight for her? Meet me in Arizona, day after tomorrow!! I have to work tomorrow |
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Deep down in Louisiana south of New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens... There stood a log cabin there made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy named a Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. (Chorus) Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Go Go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. The engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made. People passing by would stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play (Chorus) His mother told him someday he would be a man, And he would be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around To hear him play his music when the sun goes down Maybe someday his name would be in lights It would be saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. (Chorus |
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hahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
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Torturing you>>>>???? I havent done a thing yet!!! Im innocent!!! |
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Well,,,
I had a little chicken and he wouldnt lay an egg So I poured hot water up and down his leg The little chicken squack and the little chicken begged but the little chicken layed me a hard-boiled eggg!! Dump da da dee dum SOME CHICK!!! |
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the definitive collection of chuck berry ! 30 song's in all
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the definitive collection of chuck berry ! 30 song's in all Cool |
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"Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever In the morning Fever all through the night Sun lights up the daytime Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever In the morning Fever all through the night Everybody's got the fever That is something you all know Fever isn't such a new thing Fever started long ago Romeo loved Juliet Juliet she felt the same When he put his arms around her, He said Julie, baby, you're my flame. Thou givest fever When we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever, I'm a fire Fever, yay, I burn forsooth Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him, She said daddy, no, don't you dare He gives me fever, With his kisses, fever when he holds me tight Fever I'm his Mrs. Daddy, won' t you treat him right Now you've listened to my story, Here's the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it farenheit or centigrade They give you fever When you kiss them Fever if you live, you learn Fever, till you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn. What a lovely way to burn." |
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wow its noisy in here ............
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Earplugs R us!!!
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"Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever In the morning Fever all through the night Sun lights up the daytime Moon lights up the night I light up when you call my name And you know I'm gonna treat you right You give me fever When you kiss me Fever when you hold me tight Fever In the morning Fever all through the night Everybody's got the fever That is something you all know Fever isn't such a new thing Fever started long ago Romeo loved Juliet Juliet she felt the same When he put his arms around her, He said Julie, baby, you're my flame. Thou givest fever When we kisseth Fever with thy flaming youth Fever, I'm a fire Fever, yay, I burn forsooth Captain Smith and Pocahontas Had a very mad affair When her daddy tried to kill him, She said daddy, no, don't you dare He gives me fever, With his kisses, fever when he holds me tight Fever I'm his Mrs. Daddy, won' t you treat him right Now you've listened to my story, Here's the point that I have made Chicks were born to give you fever Be it farenheit or centigrade They give you fever When you kiss them Fever if you live, you learn Fever, till you sizzle What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn What a lovely way to burn. What a lovely way to burn." MIchael Boobies, Fever. |
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Dear diary......I think my cats are missing in action!!! I cant find them!!! I dont think they like my music!!!1
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I remember my tambourine used to scare the chit out of them!!!! |
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Well, woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand.
Whose wine? What wine? Where the hell did I dine? Must have been a dream I don't believe where I've been. Come on, let's do it again. Do you...you, feel like I do? How'd ya feel? Do you...you, feel like I do? My friend got busted, just the other day. They said,Don't walk, don't walk, don't walk away. Drove him to a taxi, bent the boot, hit the bag. Had to play some music, wonder why's he [brag or drag]. Do you...you, feel like I do? How'd ya [turns from mic, can't catch it]? Do you...you, feel like I... [1st guitar solo] Do you...you, feel like I do? Yes ya do. Do you...you, feel like I do? Champagne for breakfast and a Sherman in my hand. Peached up, Peached Ale, never fails. Must have been a dream I don't believe where I've been. Come on, let's do it again. Do you...you, feel like I do? How'd ya feel? Do you...you, feel like I... [keyboard solo] Bob Mayo, on the keyboards. Bob Mayo Do you feel like we do? Do you feel like we do? Oh, that's true. Do you feel like we do? Get back. Do you feel..do you feel like we do? [2nd guitar solo] [start voice box] Oh baby do you feel? Oh baby do you feel, feel like we do? Do you feel...do you feel...like we do? I want to thank you. Do you feel like we do? That's alright, that's alright to feel you'd like, Feel you'd like, a good time. We'll goto bed and good night. Good time, good time, good time, good time, good time. |
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