It's like karaoke for your head!
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Not only does he write bad Hemingway, he can write bad parody and/or political songs, too. Read the lyrics, play the MIDI files, and sing along. Be the first on your block to annoy the neighbors with... |
 Dire Straits' "Money for Nothin'" | The Police' "Every Breath You Take" |
| Money for Nothin' (and your checks for C) Huh, lookit them yoyo's--that's the way you do it You write some software on the ol' PC That ain't workin'--that's the way you do it (Get your) Money for nothin' and yer checks for C Now that ain't workin' (that's the way you do it) Let me tell you, them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a sore spot on your bum We got to install WordPerfect updates Put some RAM in the old AT's We got to do these gigantic backups We got to upgrade user PC's That little yuppie with the glasses and the sweater (Yeah buddy, that's his own hair) That little hacker got a place in Redmond That little hacker, he's a billionaire! We got to install WordPerfect updates Put some RAM in the old AT's We got to do these gigantic backups We got to upgrade user PC's We got to install WordPerfect updates Put some RAM in the old AT's We got to do these gigantic backups We got to upgrade user PC's Looka here, looka-- I shoulda learned to write some old program I shoulda learned to hack that code Lookit that mama, she's got it running on the Pentium Man, we coulda had one! And ease up there, what's that? Sound Blaster noises? He's banging on the keyboard like a chimpanzee-- Oh, that ain't workin'--that's the way to do it Get your money for nothin' and your checks for C We got to install WordPerfect updates Put some RAM in the old AT's We got to do these gigantic backups We got to upgrade user PC's Lissen here-- Now, that's ain't workin'--that's the way you do it You write some software on the ol' PC That ain't workin' (that's the way you do it) (Get your) Money for nothin' and your checks for C Money for nothin' (heh) and yer checks for C Get your money for nothin' and yer checks for C Looka that! Looka that! [I want my, I want my, I want my Win NT...] |
Every Buck You Make Every buck you make From every job you take Though it makes you ache Please make no mistake I'll be taxing you Every single day You'll be made to pay Through rules I invent I'll take each red cent 'Cause I'm taxing you Oh can't you see It belongs to me Because I'm the Fed I even tax the dead Every bit of wealth I'll purloin by stealth Because you must bear More than your fair share When I'm taxing you If you're poor have I got a deal for you Just stay at home and you get a big check, too To get your vote it's the least that I can do The down-on-luck are the easiest to woo I keep calling "Vote for, vote for meeeee...." Oh can't you see It belongs to me Because I'm the Fed I even tax the dead Send every dividend So I can tax and spend Take your salary Send it all to me I'll be taxing you Spare me all your ire Send the cash by wire I'll be taxing you I'll be taxing you [Every buck you make, every job you take, pay until you ache, please make no mistake...] |
| Talking Heads "Burnin' Down the House" |
| Takin' Down my Pants Watch out Or I'll get what I'm after Cool baby Come here don't be a stranger Come and do your pres-i-dent Takin' down my pants Hold tight Now that the party's over Hold tight We're in for nasty P.R. All be-cause I had my way Takin' down my pants Here's the ticket, I'll deny: time for lying through my teeth And my conscience is clear Close enough but no cigar, even if I went too far I'll just brand her a liar All wet Down in the Oval Office Ken Starr He dreams of how he'll get me But I ne-ver will get caught Takin' down my pants It was once upon a place sometimes I take a babe in there And I get in her face People on their way to work say baby what did you expect It's just like Little Rock <bridge> White House out of the ordinary That's right they bring the babes right past me In-terns sure can sweep me off my feet Takin' down my pants No visible means of support, and they can't prove nothin' yet Everything's in our favor I don't know what you expect, watching on the TV set I'll just call her a liar |
