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 Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:41 pm
*wheels over and takes one*
Now you listen. I didn't let d**k or Ted throw themselves into work like this, and I'm not gonna let you do it either. Even if it's not the typical work.
Talk to me, Wally.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:43 pm
Raincheck, Babs? It's okay, I swear. Just not a good night for pouring it all out...
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:46 pm
Jesus, I just realized I look like Frye.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:46 pm
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Dont let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, lifes begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby
Theres my baby, lost thats all
Once Im begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel
Come get up my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby
Ill stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothings gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Some of these days, and it wont be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Dont cry my sweet, dont break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years
Theres my baby, lost thats all
Once Im begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Dont let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years
Ill stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothings gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:47 pm
Wally_West Jesus, I just realized I look like Frye.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:49 pm
I do so! You're talking crazy. Stop talking crazy talk, crazy!
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:50 pm
Wally_West I do so! You're talking crazy. Stop talking crazy talk, crazy!
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:51 pm
I don't wanna hear any accusamations about my character! I'm as pure as the dribbled snow!
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:55 pm
Alright then. But hey, what would you like to hear from David Bowie?
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 9:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 9:04 pm
*The lights go down and a disco ball descends from the ceiling, filing the room with glittering stars*
Ground control to major tom
Ground control to major tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground control to major tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff
This is ground control to major tom
Youve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is major tom to ground control
Im stepping through the door
And Im floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do
Though Im past one hundred thousand miles
Im feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much she knows
Ground control to major tom
Your circuits dead, theres something wrong
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 9:04 pm
Wally_West Raincheck, Babs? It's okay, I swear. Just not a good night for pouring it all out...
In the meantime, care to get an old friend a new drink?
Also, Rex? Queen b***h.
Anyone even THINKS 'over-identification,' and your credit rating is mine for the taking.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 9:08 pm
I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard
to pull sister Flo
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her
letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it,
she don't make false claims
But she's a Queen,
and such are queens
That your laughter
is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say,
why didn't I say, no, no, no
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say,
Why didn't I say, no, no, no
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 9:17 pm
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