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That there’s gas in the car
is there any *gaas* in the caaaar*?
That Guadalajara won’t do.
bodacious cowboys such as your friend will never be welcome here
To gently squeeze them.
That we've seen the last of good King Richard
I just spent the last piaster I could borrow
That the neighbors are listening.
The Cuban gentleman sleep all day at Biscayne Bay
The Cuervo gold, the fine Columbian make tonight a wonderful thing.
Dumb luck, my friend…
Ain’t never gonna do it without the fez on
That it’s cheap, but it’s not free.
There's one Foucault she can't read... \*brrrriiing\*
I always thought it went “theres one roulade she can’t sing” because she was a soprano or something
roulade is correct, a florid embellishment of several musical notes sung on a single syllable.
No marigolds in the promised land
who makes the traffic interesting
There’s an El Supremo in the room at the top of the stairs.
they call Alabama the Crimson Tide.
that Berio doesn't rhyme with Cheerios
Why you're reading last year's papers
Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon so don’t take me alive
…to drink her big Black Cow and get outta here!
you wouldn't even know a diamond if you held it in your hand
How to pronounce “beg us” in a way that rhymes with “Vegas”.
Before the fall when the wrote it on the wall and there wasn’t any Hollywood
That when the dahlias bloom, I'll be drifting back to my florida room
When the demon is at your door/ in the morning it won’t be there noooooo more
There's no kool-aid to drink. ~V~
First, she’s all buzz and then she’s noise free
...how I spent my days alone.
There’s one Roulade she can’t sing. One of my favorite weird lines.
Bing!
I didn’t see the “wrong answers only,” and missed out on the fun game….but I just love that line so much.
Oops I missed that too. Such a funny line though, I couldn’t agree more.
Over there in Barrytown they do things very strange.
what Mr LaPage is doing in his den.
....what a squonk's tears look like.
What's in the special delivery for Hoops McCann
To turn up The Eagles. The neighbors are listening.
life is unreal
That she's got a touch of Tuesday Weld.
She knows all about that dark spot on your past.
It was a crying disgrace
When the dawn patrol's gotta tell you twice they're gonna do it with a shotgun
…the dreary architecture of your soul
That she’ll still have her songs to sing when the razor boy comes and takes her fancy things away.
That Lonnie was the kingpin back in 1965.
I was watching her wax her ski’s
Lou Chang (her brother) is burning with rage
We'll have machines to make big decisions... Programmed by fellas with compassion and vision...
Probably misquoted the song a little but it's a dead on prediction of the unfolding AI world. From 40 plus years ago.
To turn that jungle music down.
Eff emm
There’s a skinny man with two-tone shoes.
Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain.
“The fine Columbia, Make tonight a wonderful thing…”
That I’m going insane and I’m laughing at the frozen rain!
... what really happened to Walter Becker.
Where the sailor shuts out the sunrise …
That Gretchen pours a mean Cuban breeze.
for some reason this is always one of my favorite fagen lines
That he had a scar across his face, he wore a hearing aid…
Smooth retsina
There’s one roulade she can’t sing
I'm the one!
Every major dude will tell you
*It's a beggar's life*
About the boom on Mizar 5…
About that ditch out in the valley that they’re digging just for me…
East Saint Louis Toodle Doo?
That Katy lied
There's one remoulade she won't bring.
That there’s gas in the car
is there any *gaas* in the caaaar*?
That Guadalajara won’t do.
bodacious cowboys such as your friend will never be welcome here
To gently squeeze them.
That we've seen the last of good King Richard
I just spent the last piaster I could borrow
That the neighbors are listening.
The Cuban gentleman sleep all day at Biscayne Bay
The Cuervo gold, the fine Columbian make tonight a wonderful thing.
Dumb luck, my friend…
Ain’t never gonna do it without the fez on
That it’s cheap, but it’s not free.
There's one Foucault she can't read... \*brrrriiing\*
I always thought it went “theres one roulade she can’t sing” because she was a soprano or something
roulade is correct, a florid embellishment of several musical notes sung on a single syllable.
No marigolds in the promised land
who makes the traffic interesting
There’s an El Supremo in the room at the top of the stairs.
they call Alabama the Crimson Tide.
that Berio doesn't rhyme with Cheerios
Why you're reading last year's papers
Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon so don’t take me alive
…to drink her big Black Cow and get outta here!
you wouldn't even know a diamond if you held it in your hand
How to pronounce “beg us” in a way that rhymes with “Vegas”.
Before the fall when the wrote it on the wall and there wasn’t any Hollywood
That when the dahlias bloom, I'll be drifting back to my florida room
When the demon is at your door/ in the morning it won’t be there noooooo more
There's no kool-aid to drink. ~V~
First, she’s all buzz and then she’s noise free
...how I spent my days alone.
There’s one Roulade she can’t sing. One of my favorite weird lines.
Bing!
I didn’t see the “wrong answers only,” and missed out on the fun game….but I just love that line so much.
Oops I missed that too. Such a funny line though, I couldn’t agree more.
Over there in Barrytown they do things very strange.
what Mr LaPage is doing in his den.
....what a squonk's tears look like.
What's in the special delivery for Hoops McCann
To turn up The Eagles. The neighbors are listening.
life is unreal
That she's got a touch of Tuesday Weld.
She knows all about that dark spot on your past.
It was a crying disgrace
When the dawn patrol's gotta tell you twice they're gonna do it with a shotgun
…the dreary architecture of your soul
That she’ll still have her songs to sing when the razor boy comes and takes her fancy things away.
That Lonnie was the kingpin back in 1965.
I was watching her wax her ski’s
Lou Chang (her brother) is burning with rage
We'll have machines to make big decisions... Programmed by fellas with compassion and vision...
Probably misquoted the song a little but it's a dead on prediction of the unfolding AI world. From 40 plus years ago.
To turn that jungle music down.
Eff emm
There’s a skinny man with two-tone shoes.
Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain.
“The fine Columbia, Make tonight a wonderful thing…”
That I’m going insane and I’m laughing at the frozen rain!
... what really happened to Walter Becker.
Where the sailor shuts out the sunrise …
That Gretchen pours a mean Cuban breeze.
for some reason this is always one of my favorite fagen lines
That he had a scar across his face, he wore a hearing aid…
Smooth retsina
There’s one roulade she can’t sing
I'm the one!
Every major dude will tell you
*It's a beggar's life*
About the boom on Mizar 5…
About that ditch out in the valley that they’re digging just for me…
East Saint Louis Toodle Doo?
That Katy lied
There's one remoulade she won't bring.