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    #31


    Deborah was a Catholic girl
    She held out till the bitter end
    Carla was a different type
    She's the one who put it in
    Mary was a black girl
    And I was afraid of a girl like that
    Susan painted pictures sitting down
    Like a Buddhist sat


    Reno was an aimless girl
    With geographic memory
    Cathy was a Jesus freak
    She liked that kind of misery
    Vicky had a special way of
    Turning sex into a song
    Camela, who couldn't sing,
    Kept the beat and kept it strong


    Zillah was an archetype
    The voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
    Joan thought men were second best to
    Masturbating in the bath
    Sheri was a feminist
    She really had that gift of gab
    Kathleen's point of view was this:
    Take whatever you can grab


    Seattle was another girl who
    Left her mark upon the map
    Karen liked to tie me up
    And left me hanging by a strap
    Jeanie had this nightclub walk
    That made grown men feel underage
    Maryella, who had a son,
    Said "I must go," but finally stayed


    Gloria, the last taboo,
    Was shattered by her tongue one night
    Mimi brought the taboo back
    And held it up before the light
    Marilyn, who knew no shame,
    Was never, ever satisfied
    Julie came and went so fast
    She never even said goodbye


    Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice
    Lived on brown rice and coccaine
    Pattie had a house in Houston
    Shot cough syrup in her veins
    Linda thought her life was empty
    Filled it up with alcohol
    Catherine was much too pretty
    She didn't do that sh*t at all
    Uh-uh, not Catherine


    Pauline thought that love was simple
    Turn it on, and turn it off
    Jean Marie was complicated
    Like some French film-maker's plot
    Deenah was the perfect lady
    Always kept her stockings straight
    Jackie was a righ punk rocker
    Silver spoon and a paper plate


    Sarah was a modern dancer
    Lean, pristine transparency
    Janet wrote bad poetry
    In a crazy kind of urgency
    Tanya Turkish like to f*ck while
    Wearing leather biker boots
    Brenda's strange obsession was for
    Certain vegetables and fruits


    Rowena was an artist's daughter
    The deeper image shook her up
    Deedee's mother left her father
    Took his money and his truck
    Debbie Ray had no such problems
    Perfect Norman Rockwell home
    Nina's sixteen, had a baby,
    Left her parents, lived alone


    Bobbie joined a New Wave band and
    Changed her name to Bobby Sox
    Eloise, who played guitar,
    Sang songs about whales and cops
    Cherry, who didn't give a sh*t,
    Was just a realist
    But Ronnie was much more my style
    She wrote songs just like this


    Jezebel went forty days
    Drinking nothing but Perrier
    Dinah drove her Chevrolet
    Into the San Francisco Bay
    Judy came from ohio
    She's a Scientologist
    Amaranda, here's a kiss
    I chose to end this list


    Eighty-eight lines about forty-four women
    I am one of the 5 clowns woo hoo

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      #32
      Solid, solid as a rock
      That's what this love is
      That's what we've got

      Solid
      Solid as a rock
      And nothing's changed it
      The thrill is still
      Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

      You didn't turn away
      When the sky went gray
      Somehow we managed
      We had to stay together

      You didn't bat an eye
      When I made you cry
      We knew down the line
      We could make it better

      And for love's sake
      Each mistake you forgave
      And soon both of us
      Learn to trust

      Not run away
      It was no time to play
      We build it up
      Build it up
      Build it up

      And now it's solid
      Solid as a rock
      That's what this love is
      That's what we've got

      Solid, solid as a rock
      And nothing's changed it
      The thrill is still
      Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

      Gone with the wind
      Another friend got in between
      And tried to separate us
      Knock knock on wood
      You understood
      Love was so new
      We did what we had to

      And with that feeling
      We were willing to take a chance
      So against all odds
      We made a start
      We got serious
      This wouldn't turn to dust
      We build it up
      Build it up
      Build it up

      And now it's solid
      Solid as a rock
      That's what this love is
      That's what we've got

      Solid, solid as a rock
      And nothing's changed it
      The thrill is still
      Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
      Solid
      We'll engrave your name in gold, as we did in days of old.
      Roll along lovely Axel, roll along.

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        #33
        Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,

        Über alles in der Welt,

        Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze

        Brüderlich zusammenhält,

        Von der Maas bis an die Memel,

        Von der Etsch bis an den Belt -

        |: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,

        Über alles in der Welt.
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          #34
          I am Governor Jerry Brown

          My aura smiles

          And never frowns

          Soon I will be president...



          Carter Power will soon go away

          I will be Fuhrer one day

          I will command all of you

          Your kids will meditate in school

          Your kids will meditate in school!



          [Chorus:]

          California Uber Alles

          California Uber Alles

          Uber Alles California

          Uber Alles California



          Zen fascists will control you

          100% natural

          You will jog for the master race

          And always wear the happy face



          Close your eyes, can't happen here

          Big Bro' on white horse is near

          The hippies won't come back you say

          Mellow out or you will pay

          Mellow out or you will pay!



          [Chorus]



          Now it is 1984

          Knock-knock at your front door

          It's the suede/denim secret police

          They have come for your uncool niece



          Come quietly to the camp

          You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp

          Don't you worry, it's only a shower

          For your clothes here's a pretty flower.



          DIE on organic poison gas

          Serpent's egg's already hatched

          You will croak, you little clown

          When you mess with President Brown

          When you mess with President Brown



          [Chorus]



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            #35
            The winter it has passed
            And the summer's come at last
            The small birds are singing in the trees
            And their little hearts are glad
            Ah, but mine is very sad
            Since my true love is far away from me

            Chorus:
            And straight I will repair
            To the Curragh of Kildare
            For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear

            The rose upon the briar
            And the clouds that float so high
            Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
            And their little hearts are blessed
            But mine can know no rest
            Since my true love is far away from me

            All you who are in love
            Aye and cannot it remove
            I pity the pain that you endure
            For experience lets me know
            That your hearts are filled with woe
            It's a woe that no mortal can cure
            We'll engrave your name in gold, as we did in days of old.
            Roll along lovely Axel, roll along.

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              #36

              Originally posted by Mack the Knife
              When you're alone, and life is making you lonely

              You can always go

              Downtown



              When you've got worries, all the noise and hurry

              Seems to help, I know

              Downtown



              Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city,

              Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty

              How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there...

              You can forget all your troubles; forget all your cares, and go

              Downtown -- things will be great when you're

              Downtown -- you'll find a place for sure

              Downtown -- everything's waiting for you



              Downtown .... Downtown...



              Don't hang around, and let your problems surround you,

              There are movie shows

              Downtown



              Maybe you know some little places to go to

              Where they never close

              Downtown



              Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle Bossa Nova

              [ DOWNTOWN lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]

              You'll be dancing with 'em too before the night is over,

              Happy again...

              The lights are much brighter there,

              You can forget all your troubles; forget all your cares, and go

              Downtown -- where all the lights are bright

              Downtown -- waiting for you tonight

              Downtown -- you're gonna be all right now...



              Downtown...Downtown...Downtown...



              Downtown!



              Downtown!



              And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you;

              Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to

              Guide them along...

              So maybe I'll see you there,

              We can forget all our troubles; forget all our cares, and go

              Downtown -- things will be great when you're

              Downtown -- don't wait a minute more

              Downtown -- everything's waiting for you...



              Downtown...Downtown

              Downtown...Downtown

              Downtown...Downtown

              Downtown...Downtown

              Downtown...Downtown (fade)
              Best version ever
              Yorn desh born, der ritt de gitt der gue,
              Orn desh, dee born desh, de umn bork! bork! bork!

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                #37
                Frank settled down in the Valley,

                and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead.



                He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road and

                assumed a $30,000 loan at fifteen and a quarter per cent
                and put a down payment on a little two bedroom place.



                His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash,

                made good Bloody-Marys,
                kept her mouth shut most of the time,
                had a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.



                They had a thoroughly modern kitchen,
                self-cleaning oven, the whole bit.

                Frank drove a little sedan.

                They were so happy.



                One night Frank was on his way home from work,
                stopped at the liquor store,
                picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouth’s,

                drank 'em in the car on his way to the Shell station.

                He got a gallon of gas in a can.
                Drove home,
                doused everything in the house.
                Torched it.


                Parked across the street laughing, watching it burn,
                all Halloween orange and chimney red.



                Frank put on a top forty station,

                got on the Hollywood Freeway,

                headed North.



                Never could stand that dog.



                Tis but a scratch.

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                  #38
                  Wham! Bam! Mon chat 'Splash'
                  Gît sur mon lit A bouffé sa langue

                  En buvant (Tronc)
                  Mon whisky Quant à moi

                  Peu dormi, vidé, brimé
                  J'ai dû dormir dans la gouttière
                  Où j'ai eu un flash
                  Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
                  En quatre couleurs

                  Allez hop! Un matin Une (Louloute)
                  Est venue chez-moi

                  Poupée de Cellophane Cheveux chinois
                  Un sparadrap Une gueule de bois

                  A bu ma bière Dans un grand verre En caoutchouc
                  Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
                  Comme un indien dans son igloo

                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Ça plane pour moi, moi, moi, moi, moi
                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
                  Ça plane pour moi

                  Allez hop! La nana Quel panard!
                  Quelle vibration! De s'envoyer

                  Sur le paillasson
                  Limée, ruinée, vidée, comblée
                  "You are the king of the divan!"
                  Qu'elle me dit en passant
                  Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
                  I am the king of the divan

                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Ça plane pour moi, moi, moi, moi, moi
                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
                  Ça plane pour moi

                  Allez hop!
                  T'occupe, t'inquiète
                  Touche pas ma planète
                  It's not today

                  Quel le ciel me tombera sur la tête
                  Et que l'alcool me manquera
                  Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
                  Ça plane pour moi

                  Allez hop! Ma nana
                  S'est tirée
                  S'est barrée
                  Enfin c'est
                  (Marre)
                  À tout casser

                  L'évier, le bar me laissant seul
                  Comme un grand connard
                  Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
                  Le pied dans le plat

                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Ça plane pour moi, moi, moi, moi, moi
                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
                  Ça plane pour moi

                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Ça plane pour moi
                  Ça plane pour moi, moi, moi, moi, moi
                  Ça plane pour moi
                  If your religion is worth killing for, please start with yourself.

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                    #39


                    I've got your picture of me and you
                    You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too"
                    I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do
                    Oh it's in color Your hair is brown
                    Your eyes are hazel And soft as clouds
                    I often kiss you when there's no one else around


                    I've got your picture, I've got your picture
                    I'd like a million of you all round my cell
                    I want a doctor to take your picture
                    So I can look at you from inside as well
                    You've got me turning up and turning down
                    And turning in and turning 'round


                    I'm turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    Turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    I'm turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    Turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so


                    I've got your picture, I've got your picture
                    I'd like a million of them all round my cell
                    I want the doctor to take a picture
                    So I can look at you from inside as well
                    You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning 'round


                    I'm turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    Turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    I'm turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    Turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so


                    No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
                    No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
                    Everyone around me is a total stranger
                    Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger
                    That's why I'm turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    Turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    I'm turning Japanese
                    I think I'm turning Japanese
                    I really think so
                    I am one of the 5 clowns woo hoo

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                      #40

                      Dale a tu cuerpo alegria Macarena

                      Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegria y cosa buena

                      Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena

                      Heeeeey Macarena

                      AAAhAA!



                      Dale a tu cuerpo alegria Macarena

                      Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegria y cosa buena

                      Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena

                      Heeeeey Macarena

                      AAAhAA!



                      Macarena tiene un novio que se llama

                      Que se llama de apellido Vitorino,

                      Que en la jura de bandera el muchacho

                      Se la dio con dos amigos



                      Macarena, Macarena, Macarena

                      Que le gusta los veranos de Marbella

                      Macarena, Macarena, Macarena

                      Que le gusta la movida guerrilera



                      Macarena sueña con El Corte Ingles

                      Que se compra los modelos mas modernos

                      Le gustaria vivir en Nueva York

                      Y ligar un novio nuevo

                      AAAAhAA!!



                      When I dance they call me Macarena

                      And the boys they say que soy buena

                      They all want me, they can't have me

                      So they all come and dance beside me

                      Move with me, chat with me

                      And if I could I'd take you home with me



                      Now don't you worry about my boyfriend

                      The boy who's name is Vitorino

                      I don't want him, couldn't stand him

                      He was no good so I

                      Now come on, what was I suppose to do

                      He was out of town and his two friends were so fine



                      Come find me, my name is Macarena

                      Always at the party con las chicas que estan buenas

                      Come join me, dance with me

                      And all you fellas chat along with me





                      When I dance they call me macarena

                      And the boys they say that I´m buena

                      They all want me, they can´t have me

                      So they all come and dance beside me

                      Move with me, chat with me

                      And if your good i take you home with me

                      Dale a tu cuerpo alegria macarena

                      Que tu cuerpo pa' darle alegria cosabuena

                      Dal a tu cuerpoEeeh, macarena

                      2x

                      Now don't you worry about my boyfriend

                      The boy who's name is Vitorino

                      I don't want him, couldn't stand him

                      He was no good so I

                      Now come on, what was I suppose to do

                      He was out of town and his two friends were so fine

                      Ref. 2x

                      Claps Ahai Ahai

                      Keys

                      Ref. 2x

                      Lach

                      Come find me, my name is Macarena

                      Always at the party con las chicas que estan buenas

                      Come join me, dance with me

                      And all you fellas chat along with me

                      Ref. 5x
                      Munster – Champions of Europe 2006, 2008, 2020.

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                        #41
                        The Limerick Rake



                        I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,

                        In Castletown Conners I'm very well known;

                        In Newcastle West I spent many a note

                        With Kitty and Molly and Mary.

                        My parents rebuked me for being such a rake

                        And spending my time in such frolicsome ways,

                        But I ne've could forget the good nature of Jane,

                        Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se.

                        My parents, they reared me to shake and to sow,

                        To plough and to harrow, to reap and to mow;

                        But my heart was too airy to drop it so low,

                        I set out on a high speculation.

                        On paper and parchment they taught me to write

                        And in Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes,

                        But in multiplication, in truth, I was bright,

                        Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se.



                        To quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined,

                        For the greatest of misers must leave them behind;

                        I'll purchase a cow that will never run dry

                        And I'll milk her by twisting her horn.

                        John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold

                        And Devonshire's treasure was twenty times more,

                        But he's laid on his back among nettles and stones,

                        Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se.

                        If I chance for to go to the market at Croom,

                        With a cock in my hat and my pipes in full tune,

                        I am welcome at once and brought up to a room

                        Where Bacchus is sporting with Venus.

                        There's Peggy and Jane from the town of Bruree,

                        And Biddy from Bruff and we all on the spree,

                        Such a combing of locks as there was about me,

                        Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se.



                        There's some say I'm foolish, there's more say I'm wise,

                        For love of the women I'm sure 'tis no crime;

                        For the son of King David had ten hundred wives

                        And his wisdom is highly recorded.

                        I'll till a good garden and live at my ease

                        And the women and children can partake of the same,

                        If there's war in the cabin, themselves are to blame,

                        Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se.

                        And now for the future I mean to be wise,

                        And I'll send for the women that treated me kind;

                        And I'll marry them all on the morrow, by and by

                        If the clergy agree to the bargain.

                        And when I'm on my back and my soul is at peace

                        The women will crowd for to cry at my wake,

                        And their sons and their daughters will utter their prayers

                        To the Lord for the sake of their father.

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                        Munster – Champions of Europe 2006, 2008, 2020.

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                          #42
                          Staggered in MacDonalds on a Friday afternoon,
                          All the pubs were shut,
                          There were knob all else fer do.
                          I said, "Gissus a Big Mac now you spotty little twat."
                          He said, "Have a nice day sir, would you like a paper hat?"
                          I said, "Have a nice day bo***cks,
                          And where's me f**king Mac?
                          An' I'll have a pint of root beer in a proper f**king glass,
                          If it's some new bloody lager,
                          I'll smash yer nose into the floor."
                          I won't be drinking in MacDonalds when they change the drinking laws.
                          An' I'll drink, drink, drink 'till it's coming out me ears,
                          And I'll drink, drink, drink 'till the pub runs out of beer.
                          An' I'll drink, drink, drink 'till I can't take another sip.
                          An' I'll have all day drinking on an intrevenous drip.
                          Yeah.
                          So what's the point of drinking up at three o f**king clock?
                          When there's decent ales in Scotland, but that's all full of Jocks.
                          The penny-pinching b*****ds, they've all got ginger hair.
                          It'll take an hour to buy a pint, can't understand a word.
                          And they're queueing up outside the pubs,
                          Waiting for a sale,
                          Bet they wish they put their bags on when it blows a bloody gale.
                          Everyone will buy more beer when they change the drinking laws,
                          Spend the extra tax they get to mend that f**king wall.
                          An' I'll drink, drink, drink 'till it's coming out me ears,
                          I'll drink, drink, drink 'till the pub runs out of beer.
                          An' I'll drink, drink, drink 'till I can't take another sip.
                          All day drinking on an intrevenous drip.
                          An' we'll drink, drink, drink 'till it's coming out us ears,
                          We'll drink, drink, drink 'till the pub runs out of beer.
                          An' we'll drink, drink, drink 'till we can't take another sip.
                          \"What is wrong with a drug that makes teen-age boys drive slowly?\"
                          P. J. O\'Rourke

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                            #43

                            There's a power that comes from deep inside of you,
                            'Cause every day you're reaching toward the light,
                            And you know there's a long long way ahead of you,
                            But when your wheels get you there, things will turn out right!

                            Just keep 'em turning, don't stop 'em rolling,
                            The fire is on, Wheeled Warriors!
                            Battle drums burning, wheels moving,
                            Wheeled Warriors! Wheeled Warriors!
                            Come take a chance, keep 'em turning, don't stop 'em rolling,
                            The fire is on, Wheeled Warriors!
                            Battle drums burning, wheels moving!
                            Wheeled Warriors! Wheeled Warriors!


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                              #44
                              Dropkick me Jesus through the goalposts of life

                              And over end neither left nor the right

                              Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights

                              Dropkick me Jesus through the goalposts of life



                              Make me oh make me Lord more than I am

                              Make a piece in your master game plan

                              Free from the earthly tempestion below

                              I've got the will Lord if you've got the toe



                              Dropkick me Jesus through the goalposts of life...



                              Bring on the brothers who've gone on before

                              And all of the sisters who've knocked at your door

                              All the departed dear loved ones of mine

                              And stick 'em up front in the offensive line



                              Dropkick me Jesus through the goalposts of life...

                              Dropkick me Jesus through the goalposts of life...

                              **********
                              psychoanalysis is wasted on the Irish; Sigmund Freud

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                                #45


                                1 - 2 - 3 - 4 !


                                Well, she was just 17,
                                You know what I mean,
                                And the way she looked was way beyond compare.
                                So how could I dance with another
                                When I saw her standin' there.


                                Well she looked at me, and I, I could see
                                That before too long I'd fall in love with her.
                                She wouldn't dance with another
                                When I saw her standin' there.


                                Well, my heart went "boom,"
                                When I crossed that room,
                                And I held her hand in mine...


                                Well, we danced through the night,
                                And we held each other tight,
                                And before too long I fell in love with her.
                                Now, I'll never dance with another
                                When I saw her standing there


                                Well, my heart went "boom,"
                                When I crossed that room,
                                And I held her hand in mine...


                                Oh, we danced through the night,
                                And we held each other tight,
                                And before too long I fell in love with her.
                                Now I'll never dance with another
                                Since I saw her standing there
                                Since I saw her standing there
                                Since I saw her standing there

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