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 Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 2:52 pm
::plops down behind the piano::
Okay, let's keep it simple and popular.
::starts playing "Money (that's what I want)" on the piano::
The best things in life are free
But you can keep 'em for the birds and bees
And give me moooooooney
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:02 pm
That's! What I want!
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Seriously. Technogeek teen needs an iPad.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:06 pm
*Slips onto the stage as Piper slides behind the Piano. Grabs the mic and starts singing with Piper.*
That's what I want,
That's what I want,
That's what I want.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:11 pm
Your lovin' give me a thrill
But your lovin' don't pay my bills!
So give me moooooooney,
That's what I want!
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:15 pm
A lotta money,
That's what I want
Oh yeah, I wanna be free,
That's what I want
Oh, lotta money,
That's what I want
That's what I want
Yeah, that's what I want
That's what I want.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:20 pm
::finishes up with a flourish::
THAT's what I'm talking about. We get a few more people in here, and I'll give you my Wasted Youth performance piece.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:22 pm
You should do the John Lee Hooker version, too. ninja
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:27 pm
*Taps her foot and does the gentle head bob and as Piper finishes does a spin across the stage slowly floating up higher to gently sit on top of the piano.*
Wouldn't it be fun, just to perform it anyway?
*Looks over at HB and grins.* Sounds very retro, man.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:28 pm
Ah, once again my melodic malevolence brings the boys to the yard.
::leans on the piano, plinking a couple keys::
Are we taking requests, Chassy?
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:33 pm
S'good and bluesy, anyways. 3nodding
*heads to the bar and helps himself to a drink*
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:36 pm
Absolutely sounds like a wonderful idea.
*Looks over to Piper curiously.* Shall I start us off this time? If you want, well then, play on my man. Play on.
(Sorry! Need to konk out for awhile.)
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:39 pm
*walks in and hops on stage*
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I’m a country boy
I’d play “Sally Goodin’” all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funy funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
Thank God I’m a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin’ that’s mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, “Live a good life and play the fiddle with pride
And thank God you’re a country boy
My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I’m a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:49 pm
*blinks in*
Hey, Chris.. you forgot to....
: emotion_facepalm :
You've got to be kidding me. ....Really? REALLY?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:50 pm
*takes off his coonskin cap*
Well howdy, Miss Clarice. If it's not too forward I'd like to say you're looking mighty fine today.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:54 pm
yeah.. er... that's fine. Thanks..
sweatdrop
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