I was channel surfing and came across that Jack Black movie, "Shallow Hal", which has that song "Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes" in it. That fucking song is now stuck in my head...AND I CAN'T GET RID OF IT!![]()
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I was channel surfing and came across that Jack Black movie, "Shallow Hal", which has that song "Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes" in it. That fucking song is now stuck in my head...AND I CAN'T GET RID OF IT!![]()
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Quando paramucho mi amore de felice carathon.
Mundo paparazzi mi amore cicce verdi parasol.
Questo abrigado tantamucho que canite carousel.
The only way to get rid of a song is to give it to someone else, so keep singing it quietly when you're around people.
Currently the nine-millionth chorus of "Throw the Jew down the well" is running through my brain.
Do you believe in magic?
I HATE
YOU SO MUCH
RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! !!
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The only way to get rid of a song in the head is to replace it with something worse:
Who's peekin' out from under a stairway
Calling a name that's lighter than air
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it's Windy
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smilin' at everybody she sees
Who's reachin' out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy
And Windy has stor-my eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds (above the clouds)
Above the clouds (above the clouds)
------ flute ------
And Windy has stor-my eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds (above the clouds)
Above the clouds (above the clouds)
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smilin' at everybody she sees
Who's reachin' out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy
[repeat and fade]
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I haven't read all this thread.........
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cause there no fucking way I'm getting the song stuck in my head too!
ya know, beer is far more than just the world's most perfect breakfast food.
Ninety Niiiiiine Luftballons! Krauty sounding gibberish heeere.
Ninety Niiiiiine Luftballons! What the hell's she trying to saaay?
ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring...
I thought to only way to get rid of an ear-worm was to sing America from West Side Story . . . .
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
Ev'rything free in America
For a small fee in America!
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
Science-fiction author Robert Heinlein
To get rid of an annoying song that's stuck in your head, you have to replace it with a less annoying song. With that in mind, and cause I hate you guys, I'll give you a couple MORE annoying songs:
Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.
Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.
Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.
Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.
---or---
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
ENJOY!
Of all the muthafuckas on earth, you the muthafuckest.
For you geezer bastards...click for some OLD SCHOOL PAIN!
Sprite
"I call it reveling in natures finest element. Water in its pristine form. Straight from the heavens. We bathe in it, rejoicing in the fullest." --BZ
That's cruel Sprite...but I can top you....
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Quando paramucho mi amore de felice carathon.
Mundo paparazzi mi amore cicce verdi parasol.
Questo abrigado tantamucho que canite carousel.
Noooooooooo!!!!! That's just wrong!!!
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Sprite
"I call it reveling in natures finest element. Water in its pristine form. Straight from the heavens. We bathe in it, rejoicing in the fullest." --BZ
one that always get stuck in my head its bad real bad
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Last edited by thephatkid; 11-07-2006 at 04:51 PM. Reason: better bad song
whoever said laughter is the best medicine never had Gonorrhea.
Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Goin' anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train
Goin' anywhere.............................
from days gone by heard it on the radio on the drive in and have been humming it for the last several hours
Folks.
There is only one song that can send all of you to the hospital for a mental breakdown. It can damange even the most hardy fellow.
I present.
Sweet Caroline
by Mr Neil Diamond
Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would
And now I, I look at the night, whooo
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good
You fucker.
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
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Like a bat out of hell
Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone gone gone
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlights shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you
Is it radix panax notoginseng? - splat
This is like hanging yourself but the rope breaks. - DTM
Dude Listen to mtm. He's a marriage counselor at burning man. - subtle plague
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"Having been Baptized by uller his frosty air now burns my soul with confirmation. I am once again pure." - frozenwater
"once i let go of my material desires many opportunities for playing with the planet emerge. emerge - to come into being through evolution. ok back to work - i gotta pack." - Slaag Master
"As for Flock of Seagulls, everytime that song comes up on my ipod, I turn it up- way up." - goldenboy
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