The Real Buffalo Joe

Golden rings (golden ring) with one tiny little stone Waiting there (waiting there) for someone to take you home By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring

Wasn't there an episode where George and Jerry gawk at the teenage daughter of some TV executive?

Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine With your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And when you wake up in the morning With your head on fire And your eyes too bloody to see Go on and cry in your coffee But don't come bitchin' to me Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about You and to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night

Mother should I run for presidentMother should I trust the governmentMother will they put me in the firing lineOoooh aah, is it just a waste of time

This doesn't bother me except when they do it in the express lane. What makes me angrier than the piano player in a marching band, is that HEB has all of their tobacco products locked up in one case in the store. Don't go through the Express lane if you're gonna make everybody behind you wait while the cahier has to walk to the other end of the store, unlock a cabinet, get your cigarettes, and lock it back up.

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha? Don't cha? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha? Don't cha?

On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down

Jenny I've got your numberI need to make you mineJenny don't change your number 867-5309

How many times a week do you give unsolicited rants about participation trophies and smartphones? Also, how often do you use the following words without irony: Libtard Snowflake Haha, so Triggered

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison And I went to pick her up in the rain But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck She got run over by a damned old train And I'll hang around as long as you will let me And I never minded standing' in the rain, no But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin' You never even called me Well, I wonder why you don't call me Why don't you ever call me by my name

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers Cheatin' like I don't know how Baby, got no flavor, fever in the funk house now This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin' Don't you know you know the duece is still wild Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me And call me the tumblin' dice Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry Don't you see the time flashin' by

The devil bowed his head Because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle On the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back If you ever want to try again I done told you once you son of a bit¢h I'm the best that's ever been"

i was watching a bill's game once, and wanted to boost my self of steam, so i did it. took me SIXTY NINE licks! HAHAHAHAHA!

Before I moved to Texas, I loved the southern accent. Now it's whatever to me. My wife was born and raised in Texas, both of her parents had pretty strong southern accents, but she fought against it growing up and doesn't really have one.

I know you wanna leave me, But I refuse to let you go, If I have to beg, plead for your sympathy, I don't mind 'cause you mean that much to me. Ain't too proud to beg and you know it, Please don't leave me girl, Don't you go, Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby, Please don't leave me, girl, Don't you go.

We're talking about doing things that are wrong.

My cousin's dad always used to stop and get Whataburger for the whole family on the way home from the airport. Technically his business trip didn't end until he got home, so it counted as a business expense. I buy nothing but knockoff jersey's. While the quality of the authentic jerseys are supireor, the differences aren't worth the price difference. Plus I wanted a red Ed Oliver jersey, and the legit color rush jerseys only came in Allen and McCoy. Remember back whe nthey were pro gun?

My dad. I call him after every Bills game, and he's always got something to complain about, no matter how we win. He's quite knowledgeable about sports, so he knows what he's talking about. He's not a member here, but would actually fit in quite well.

Frank Sinatra (who also wasn't on this list for some reason) once said his favorite singer was George Jones. I get country music isn't a lot of people's thing, except the hip ones like Willie and Johnny Cash. But the natural talent George Jones had is easily top 15 if not top 10.

The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen that road before It always leads me here Lead me to you door

Tonight you're mine, completely You give your love so sweetly Tonight the light of love is in your eyes But will you love me tomorrow?

No. But he wrote some of the greatest music of the last century.

I'm a huge fan of Elton John. Paid an obscene amount of money to sit in the nosebleeds. Went to the Rocketman movie two weeks before it came out. I've even argued that he's a better songwriter than any of the Beatles. That said, it's his piano playing, songwriting, and showmanship that helped launch him to fame. His voice isn't terrible, but by his own admission is mediocre at best.

If you feel that it's real I'm on trial And I'm here in your prison Like a coin in your mint I am dented and I'm spent with high treason Through a glass eye your throne Is the one danger zone Take me to the pilot for control Take me to the pilot of your soul Take me to the pilot Lead me through the chamber Take me to the pilot I am but a stranger