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I Can't Get It Out Of My Head...Game

I Can't Get It Out Of My Head...Game

So, I'm standing in line at the Sunoco...and some hyperactive-yuppie-dweebtard behind me starts singing.."Chim-chimeny-chim-chimeny-chim chim cheroo..."

It's gonna takes me weeks to get that out of my head.

What's stuck in your head?
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Reply #101 Top
Here (US) the bog would be a swamp or marsh..


Here in Oz we have many terms for the toilet (restroom U.S.).....bog being one of them, dunny another...yellow lagoon and so on.

As for getting bogged down...well there's a couple of conditions that may result in that occurring.....another being the lock jams up/door won't open.
Reply #102 Top
Troll, Troll, thump the Po'...
kick him in the seat...

Merrily, Merrily...Merrily, Merrily...
the 1st of Feb we meet.
Reply #103 Top
Thumpity, Thump, thump,

Thumpity, thump, thump,

Time to thump some troll's

Thumpity, Thump, thump,

Thumpity, thump, thump,

And watch their noggin's roll
Reply #104 Top
Things you can't avoid at the grocery store:

I spent 4 lonely days in the brown LA haze
and I just want you back by my side...
Reply #106 Top

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl da na na na na . .
Jessie's girl


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Reply #107 Top
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?

Reply #108 Top
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Saint Peter don't ya call me
'cause I can't go...
I owe my soul
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I love Tennessee Ernie, but then I grew up in TN...
Reply #109 Top
I can feel it
comin' in the air tonight....
Reply #110 Top
someone kill me...NOW! Please

Let's not be hasty-- a frontal lobotomy may be all it takes to excise your little irritant...
Reply #111 Top
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves,
Everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves
Reply #112 Top
It happened again-- the grocery is a dangerous place to be...


Knock 3 times on the ceiling
If you want me;
Twice on the pipes
If the answer is NoooOOOooo...

OooOOOh, my sweet thing,
[bam, bam, bam]
Means you'll meet me
In the hall-way.
Twice on the pipes [plink, plink]
Means you ain't gonna shooOOOoow...
Reply #113 Top
[aimzzz]It happened again-- the grocery is a dangerous place to be...


Sure is....and it don't matter what time of day or night, either....

In the morning it's because some canary got out the right side of the bed and is chirping away to let everyone know..."Oh What a Beautiful Morning."

In the afternoon it's because their lunch date went well and everyone has to know the words to the Souflette Shuffle and...."I'll have what she's having."

In the early evening it's because something was forgotten earlier and they're...."hungry like the wolf."

And late of a night it's the pub chuck-out with a case of the munchies, heartbreak and an unrequited love....and often these are the worst. If it's not some sloppy love song, all out of tune and the words out of kilter...its a 'somebody done me wrong' song and/or......"I'm tired of living, but afraid of dying."

Bin kicked out of many a 7/11 fer that

Nah, not really...but I went through a supermarket one bright afternoon, slightly intoxicated and singing Spinal Tap's "Big Bottom" Now that really turned some heads
Reply #114 Top

Hair salons are musically dangerous, too...


If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.

If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away
Reply #115 Top
but I like those last two songs
Reply #116 Top
I've liked some of the songs in this thread, but not those 2!


Twice on the pipes [plink, plink]
Means you ain't gonna shooOOOoow...
Reply #117 Top
Hair salons are musically dangerous, too...


Never been in one....but I remember the family barber shop when I was growing up, that's up until the long hair craze of the 60's took a hold an' I refused to go

Anyhow, the barber always had a radio playing in the background.....not that it was necessary, or that we could often hear it for his own renditions of popular songs of the time. It was'nt that he had an unpleasant singing voice....but he tended to hang notes for way too long and over embellish things.......

The Green Green Grass of Home got hated with such a passion I wanted to lay a concrete slab over our lawn....cos every time dad told me to go mow it, that song popped into my head and wouldn't go.
Twas particularly annoying cos I was the rebellious, anti-social...into the Rolling Stones type of kid who hated all those sloppy love songs \

How times change! I like that sort of thing now
Reply #118 Top
but it's good


to see the green, green grass of home
Reply #119 Top
With this song, it's important to have all the lyrics:

J. Curly Putman
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to meet me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly;
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing
Tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch
The green, green grass of home.
Chorus:

Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll touch
The green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me
'neath the green, green grass of home.
Reply #120 Top
ONE MORE TIME

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me
'neath the green, green grass of home.
Reply #121 Top
aimzzz... did I say that I like that sort of thing these days? Well not that much...not 2 posts worth

Actually, when Tom Jones came to Austrlaia, I went to see him do it live on stage and thoroughly enjoyed the show he put on....'twas excellent cos he got the audience involved in 'Green, Green Grass...'
Reply #122 Top
Well starkers, some might say I deserve it, but the song has been stuck in my head ever since I looked up the lyrics yesterday...


Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries...
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Reply #124 Top
Cool, Po'
Did you take it on a beer run, yet?






(George Jones allusion)
Reply #125 Top
Here's one that's worse. It's like a chant. It just goes on and on and on...
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind