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I met her on Monday, was my lucky bun day You know what I mean. I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day You know what I mean. My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights Big game's waiting there inside her tights. Big bottom Big bottom Talk about mud flaps My gal's got 'em. Big bottom Drive me out of my mind. How can I leave this behind?

They call it stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad They call it stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad Lord, and Wednesday's worse And Thursday's all so bad The eagle flies on Friday Saturday I go out to play The eagle flies on Friday Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, yeah Gonna kneel down and pray

It's safe to say he's played against one or two ...

Churchill stole that line from a WC Fields movie. https://richardlangworth.com/drunk-ugly-braddock https://winstonchurchill.org/publications/churchill-bulletin/bulletin-031-jan-2011/drunk-and-ugly-the-rumor-mill/ https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/illustrious-history-misquoting-winston-churchill-180953634/

Monday morning you sure look fine Friday I got travelin' on my mind First you love me and then you fade away I can't go on believin' this way I got nothing but love for you Tell me what you really want to do First you love me, then you get on down the line But I don't mind, I don't mind, yeah I'll be there if you want me to No one else that could ever do Got to get some peace in my mind

(^ Challenge accepted. ^ ?) Seems I got to have a change of scene 'Cause every night I have the strangest dreams Imprisoned by the way it could have been Left here on my own or so it seems I got to leave before I start to scream But someone's locked the door and took the key You feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself Well, you feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself

Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright

Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power big fat tires And everything I love it and I need it I bleed it Yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold tight I'm a highway star

Well I ain't often right but I've never been wrong It seldom turns out the way it does in the song Once in a while, you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right

Seems to me You don't want to talk about it Seems to me You just turn your pretty head and walk away

Me, whenever someone ends an argument with, "... and I turned out okay."

Thirty two teeth in a jawbone Alabama cryin' for none Before I have to hit him I hope he's got the sense to run Reason those poor girls love him Promise them anything Reason they believe him He wears a big diamond ring Alabama getaway, getaway Alabama getaway, getaway Only way to please me Turn around and leave And walk away

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud. I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I had a similar thought when Beane said something about a running back who could make you miss in a phone booth.

I haven't pumped the brakes since ABS was invented.

Work so hard I couldn't unwind Get some money saved Abuse my love a thousand times However hard I tried Heartbreaker, your time has come Can't take your evil way Go away heartbreaker

Down in Joe's Garage We didn't have no dope or LSD But a coupla quarts of beer Would fix it so the intonation Would not offend yer ear And the same old chords goin' over 'n' over Became a symphony We would play it again 'n' again 'n' again 'Cause it sounded good to me ONE MORE TIME!

Yeah, listening to Steve Howe on the sidelines could be pretty distracting.

It's the same for QBs warming up on the sideline. The reason is that they don't want to risk a freak accident like a broken finger - or this: Receivers get paid to catch, so let them practice catching while the QBs practice throwing.

Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four-star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team

Well I'm a king bee Buzzing around your hive Well I'm a king bee, baby Buzzing around your hive Yeah I can make honey baby Let me come inside Well I'm a king bee Want you to be my queen Well I'm a king bee, baby Want you to be my queen Together we can make honey The world has never seen

I like to see you boogie Right across the floor I like to do it to you Till you holla for more I like to reggae But you dance too fast for me I'd like to make love to you So you can make me scream Boogie on reggae woman What is wrong with me Boogie on reggae woman Baby can't you see

I am just a new boy Stranger in this town Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Ooh, I need a dirty woman Ooh, I need a dirty girl

When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin, Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in". Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me. The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game. I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same. Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.