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Interesting link. 'We got two types o' music in this here town boy. There's Coutry.. and there's Western... Yeee haaa.' |
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[Annoying neighbor *Jim* enters]
"What are yooooooooouu up to," he asks, catch-phrasily.
"Just web-surfing on a croissant, Jimmo!"
[canned laughter] |
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Would work well for the TV generations. [+] |
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I met her in Sheboygan ridin’ shotgun
I can still recall that little hat she wore
She was crawlin' through the prairie on her elbows
And I knew that she was rotten to the core |
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She asked me if I’d warp her mind forever
She said to me that Rolaids made her high
But who’d have though she’d grovel with no clothes on
I guess I was too smashed to say good bye… |
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We should have a HB ho- down. Thats a bit of a dance not a gardeners strike. |
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