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I've waffled before. I'll waffle again.

quote by Howard Dean
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Waffle King

It took a lifetime, but I finally found
The perfect waffle recipe
Youll never find a batter any better in this whole stinkin town
One little bite and Im sure that youll agree
Your eyes roll back and your knees get weak
Aw, youre gonna lick your plate clean
People come from miles around just to study my technique
I make the best darn waffles this world has ever seen
Im the waffle king (waffle king)... yeah
Waffle king (waffle king)
Thats what they call me
Waffle king (waffle king)
Hey, Im the waffle king
Everywhere I go, the people cheer
I never have to wait in line
People say, right this way, sir... your moneys no good here.
Some day I betcha theyll build me a shrine
And everybody say, well, Im your biggest fan!
I seen your picture in people magazine!
Folks come from around the world just to shake my hand
If you dont believe in the power of the waffle lemme show you just what I mean
Im the waffle king (waffle king)
Make you want to scream and shout
Waffle king (waffle king)
Thats my name, dont wear it out
Waffle king (waffle king)
Make no mistake about it Im the waffle king... yeah
Roll out the red carpet, cause here I come
All you peons better scram
Out of my way, you worthless piece of scum
Dont you know who I am?
Hey!
I wanna see you grovel, you waffle-eatin fools
Everybody, on your knees
You wanna buy a waffle, youre playin by my rules
Go on, beg me... lemme hear you say pretty please
Cant you tell the universe revolves around me?
Dont you know you suckers owe me everything?
And cant you see that Im the highest form of life that there could ever be?
Everybody all around the world, stand up and sing
Come on know...
Waffle king
Hey, batter batter
Waffle king
Hot on your platter
Waffle king
Say, whats the matter
Dont you know who I am?
Dont you know who I am?
Tell em, girls

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song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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The Original Wrapper

I was sittin home on the west end
Watchin cable tv with a female friend
We were watchin the news, the worlds in a mess
The poor and the hungry, a world in distress
Herpes, aids, the middle east at full throttle
Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle
And while youre at it, check whats in the batter
Make sure that candys in the original wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
Make sure that candys in the original wrapper
Reagan says abortions murder
While hes looking at cardinal oconnor
Look at jerry falwell louis farrakhan
Both talk religion and the brotherhood of man
They both sound like they belong in teheran
Watch out, theyre goin full throttle
Better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffle
And while youre at it better check, whats in the batter
Make sure that candys in the original wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
Make sure that candys in the original wrapper
White against white, black against jew
It seems like its 1942
The baby sits in front of mtv
Watching violent fantasies
While dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport
Only to find his heroes are all coked up
Classic, original, the same old story
The politics of hate in a new surrounding
Hate if its good and hate if its bad
And if this all dont make you mad
Ill keep yours and Ill keep mine
Nothing sacred and nothing divine
Father, bless me, were at full throttle
Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle
And while youre at it better check that batter
Make sure the candys in the original wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
Make sure that candys in the original wrapper, hey, hey
I was born in the united states
And I grew up hard but I grew up straight
I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern
A feeling that theres nowhere to turn
Yippies, hippies and upwardly mobile yuppies
Dont treat me like Im some dumb lackey
cause the murderer lives while the victims die
Id much rather see it an eye for an eye
A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain
And if this all makes you feel a little insane
Kick up your heels, turn the music up loud

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song performed by Lou Reed
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The End

This is the end
My only friend, the end
This is the end
My only friend, the end
I'll offer you some
I'll offer you sexualism and a masculine man
You can rephrase my friend (alt: you can deface my grave, my friend)
The killer woke up in Belgium
And he poured a lot of syrup on his waffles
And he walked on down the hall
And he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some grits
And then he walked on down the hall
And then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocket
And I see that waffle house jukebox
And I'm gonna walk up to the coinslot
And then there's a direst line between my pupil and that cionslot
And I lift that quarter out of my pocket
And I said, I wanna hear the waffle house theme
So I walk up to the jukebox, and I said
Come on in
I believe I will, I believe I will
At the waffle house
I got a six pack and nothin' to do

song performed by Nirvana
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poem by Caasder Fronds
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A Gypsy Cab Author Caught In A Texas Milky Way, A Letter Poem To M. Meursault

for Bob. M.

Mark the first page of the book with a red marker.
For, in the beginning, the wound is invisible. - Edmund Jabes

And so it was I entered the broken world to trace the visionary company of love.
- Hart Crane

'A man of many false starts...'
- Opening line from the manuscript spoken about below.

Mon Cher Marcel Meursault, homo viator **,
tumbleweed rumor, post-war roamer,
son of Cain, Biblical stain in from desert storms,

Petrochemical companies flare just cross the highway, multi-lane signals of Mammon Cathedral in the Wasteland, it's neon void promises a Velvet Jesus, a Velvet Elvis to a desert kingdom of the far flung, you being one of them, now home from the war in exile before and after, returning to the beat up but beloved truck that also tells a story and leaves a stain. Black puddles beneath write the names of God:

Jake, his slow breakdown while breaking into those stately mansions of the godly rich; hard lessons of earnest Private Dodge wanting approval and love ill sought from the gold-toothed, refugee Drill Sergeant Tomaso, late of Liberia, a wannabee Jehovah with too much power over America's young game boys shipwrecked onto military shores.

This tale staggers. An overly educated veteran of the Iraq war driving his bondoed cab - the 'Great Spackled Bard' he calls it - here and there in Texas edge town perimeters of Mammonopolis where the money is compelled to dirt roads, back streets one would never intentionally drive if not for need of money forcing a military jacked, peg-legged hobo's freedom of sorts, shattered leg below the knee ignominiously left in the sands of the Shahs to make mutually agreed upon brief commitments with strangers to destinations ending with a discharge and a fare-thee-well.

Between nocturnal addicts, the usual after hour customer, arrives the graveyard-shift nightly migrants; Waffle House, respite rituals of grease and gravy, the Medusa-wigged anorexic waitress with echolalia loudly repeats every order to the ash-tipped cigarette cook, a stubbed butt on a busted lip; she repeats overheard conversations at dirty tables, customers politely pretend not to hear the gossip-large confessions of littler lives pasted Hopper-like to the diner windows glaring reflections without error there where the only self-reflecting going on is the scribbler in the pink booth perversely taking it all in, thinking, feeling, penning it down in notebooks looking for himself in those echoes with your stolen shades on, eternally cool in his capacity to tolerate what you call 'the great densities' - immense absurdities de le quotidian.

Love them. Love them all, even those monolithic chemical companies, those justly reactive radio heads, their words blown out of cab windows - 'the wind blows away our words' - heard all the way to East Coast night up on the roof under the orange sky holding your manuscript in hand, flashlight New York City, words discarded or dragged screaming from a passing car compelling compassion, curiosity, hinting a calm eye in the center of eternal return's static-pitched dispatch to the corner of Crackhurst and Waffle House and back again, all 'amor fati'. The eye observes, swerves to miss the Mexican kid chasing the ball into Same Ol' Street ('same as it ever was' - David Byrne) , notes it with caffeine amphetamine laced and traces 'the visionary company of love'- stubbed cigarettes, sputum maps coughed and spat.

Indeed. Chase that company, chemical visionaries, down streets missing a few teeth, the bent antenna unfurls a remote prayer flag from coldest Himalayas fluttering, flung from gypsy cab windows, wordless hiccups of eventing into the oblivion of the obvious - flutter-flap ancient technologies of cloth strung holey in bleak majesty, gesticulate, pleading 'Mercy' for all the species, eventually our own, obliterated by human tracings. In another Buddha tongue:

Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha
GONE, GONE, GONE BEYOND,
COMPLETELY GONE BEYOND-
ENLIGHTENMENT, HAIL.

Keep going with all this, the other bric a brac. Three-legged dog pants, knows only that scented tires owe him a leg up in the world. At least one. All opening lines are strung up years ago when you were that freckle in 'Father Bob And What The F*ck Land', all the books (never false starts) read and to be read written since then and now and to come during the insufferable hours, forlorn miles in the merciless cab all jib jab flap and flutter real voice about poor human choices which even at their worst vote for visionary company in those universes revealed even in glittering Texan and Iraqi sand.

It is so brilliantly human to find the diamond in the sh*t.

And no need for genius which used to mean something but not any more.
On with the boring center line endlessly dividing though broken on purpose suggesting a way to veer. No guide needed here. Fear is the drive shaft, and longing turns the wheel.

Damned good you are inspired then amidst progress's smoking mirror, like Blake, a wake-dreamed jeweler mining away in-breathed while sucking those cigarettes and lovers, the endless hash browns, along Texas highways and byways waiting for another dispatch to Bumf*ck and Divine.

The psalmist says it right, no matter the blight:

'Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.'

I await another dispatch prayer for the far flung tracers.

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poem by Warren Falcon
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A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap.

quote by Mitch Hedberg
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Why can't I just eat my waffle?

quote by Barack Obama
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Placebo Effect

Is it encaged in a 'coock a doodle do'
Or placed in a waffle art
Is it all alpha and omega
Or all null and void
Is it tug of war on for hankering gains
Is it a 'booty' after a war-mongering pains
Is it a leaf of palm trees
Or an orchestra of melodious musical string

poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Let's

Let's listen to some waffle
Let's waste some time away
And laugh at all the teachers...
Let's go to school today.

Let's stroll along the pavement
Let's scruffily be dressed;
To make sure no-one passes us
Let's gather six abreast.

Let's light up in the toilets
Let's bang upon the desks
Then walk out of the classroom,
Let's all refuse the tests.

Let's snigger at the swotters
Let's blow this rigmarole;
Let's go and get some money:
Let's all sign on the dole.

(Written Aug 1996)

poem by John Carter Brown
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The Sniffle

In spite of her sniffle
Isabel's chiffle.
Some girls with a sniffle
Would be weepy and tiffle;
They would look awful,
Like a rained-on waffle,
But Isabel's chiffle
In spite of her sniffle.
Her nose is more red
With a cold in her head,
But then, to be sure,
Her eyes are bluer.
Some girls with a snuffle,
Their tempers are uffle.
But when Isabel's snivelly
She's snivelly civilly,
And when she's snuffly
She's perfectly luffly.

poem by Ogden Nash
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Going Nowhere Slow

Got the mike in my hand but can I make you understand
That a-hole bands have a-hole fans
Bloodhound's the name and the Gang's to blame
Like Chan n' Chin the Siamese twins it's one in the same
So fame ain't gonna live forever
Never worrying about dying cause it can't be any better
But whatever happens to happen always happens for the worst
And if the worst is yet to happen I hope it happens to you first
So hello Joe what do you know?
Heard ya just got back from a Bloodhound show
Did you do the Batussi or did you do the Hustle?
Did you do the Flamin' Waffle or the Super Bowl Shuffle?
No matter what you did you're gonna be amused
If you were not entertained you did not drink enough booze
If ya get your eyes a'fuzzin' then we'll get your ears a'buzzin'
Cause we play around the world you play around with your cousin
Bloodhound boys
Bloodhound girls
Bloodhound noise
Bloodhound world
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what town what state what show
Hell-bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow

We rock Philadelphia Baltimore Las Vegas Indianapolis
Louisville Atlanta New Orleans and Minneapolis
Houston Tucson Phoenix Buffalo
Tulsa Mobile Albuquerque Wichita and Orlando
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But no where in New Jersey that's the only place we won't go
Bloodhound boys
Bloodhound girls
Bloodhound noise
Bloodhound world
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what town what state what show
Hell-bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn

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song performed by Bloodhound Gang from One Fierce Beer Coaster
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Unthreatened Dark horse

Unthreatened
Dark horse,

Ten o’clock in the line of fire
At the cutting edge
When all's said and done
Around the corner schoolyard
Under the trees
In the twinkling of an eye
Laughing and joking
While sleeping
Full of joie de vivre,
A lot of fun,
Close the eyes to
It appears that
From head to foot
Whiffed-waffle
Unthreatened
Dark horse,

Prasetya Utama
Bogor
Rabu,22 Februari 2006

poem by Prasetya Utama
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Nowhere Slow

Got the mike in my hand but can I make you understand
That a-hole bands have a-hole fans
Bloodhound's the name and the Gang's to blame
Like Chan n' Chin the Siamese twins it's one in the same
So fame ain't gonna live forever
Never worrying about dying cause it can't be any better
But whatever happens to happen always happens for the worst
And if the worst is yet to happen I hope it happens to you
first
So hello Joe what do you know?
Heard ya just got back from a Bloodhound show
Did you do the Batussi or did you do the Hustle?
Did you do the Flamin' Waffle or the Super Bowl Shuffle?
No matter what you did you're gonna be amused
If you were not entertained you did not drink enough booze
If ya get your eyes a'fuzzin' then we'll get your ears
a'buzzin'
Cause we play around the world you play around with your
cousin
Bloodhound boys
Bloodhound girls
Bloodhound noise
Bloodhound world
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what town what state what show
Hell-bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow
We rock Philadelphia Baltimore Las Vegas Indianapolis
Louisville Atlanta New Orleans and Minneapolis
Houston Tucson Phoenix Buffalo
Tulsa Mobile Albuquerque Wichita and Orlando
Portland Salt Lake City Memphis Washington D.C.
Charlotte Oklahoma City Little Rock and Milwuakee
Cleveland Tampa Norfolk Dallas Raleigh Hartford Cincinatti
Boston Nashville Kansas City Chattanooga and Miami
Honolulu Richmond Austin Pittsburgh San Antonio
Baton Rouge and Anchorage and Birmingham and Toledo
Denver Detroit Dayton Spokane Fresno
And Jacksonville Colombus Springfield New York Sacramento
Los Angeles St. Paul St. Louis San Francisco
Madison Knoxville Seattle San Jose and San Diego
Jackson Omaha Des Moines Boise Providence Chicago
But no where in New Jersey that's the only place we won't go

Bloodhound boys
Bloodhound girls
Bloodhound noise
Bloodhound world
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone

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song performed by Bloodhound Gang
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I'm Doin My Best

Single six months yesterday
Thought I oughta celebrate
So I went down to grab a couple beers
And I got so drunk I ripped my pants
I asked the bouncer for a dance
I thanked him as he threw me out
I woke up at a Waffle House
With a shiner and a wild brunette
She don?t know my real name yet
Well no I ain?t over you
But I?m doin? my best
Every day and every night
Hangin? on by a thread
That?s stretched just a little too tight
If I can?t find some peace of mind
I?ll take what I can get
I ain?t doin? much good
But I?m doin? my best
I decided I?d get smart
And have a long talk with my heart
At some quiet spot outside of town
So I took my best friend?s Pontiac
I drove it like a maniac
Right into the reservoir
I guess we ain?t best friends no more
Just my luck a cop came by
Who I beat up in junior high
He said I better have a good excuse
I said I?m doin? my best
Every day and every night
Hangin? on by a thread
That?s stretched just a little too tight
If I can?t find some peace of mind
I?ll take what I can get
I ain?t doin? much good
But I?m doin? my best
Some day I just might join the human race again
If I can ever find a place to show my face again
Yeah I'm doin' my best
I said I?m doin? my best
Every day and every night
Hangin? on by a thread
That?s stretched just a little too tight
If I can?t find some peace of mind
I?ll take what I can get
I ain?t doin? much good
But I?m doin? my best
I'm doin' my best
I'm doin' my best

song performed by Gary Allan
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Clockin Gs

Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean?
Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh.. bounce, yeah
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
[ll cool j]
You wanna bang em bang em bang em til you cant no more
Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that bentley door
Cuban chain tucked in so the backll show
Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough
Fo karats in each ear, lettin dude know
That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow
Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
Pass the heineken, youre not a crist fan
Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis
To bag a ghetto midas
Jeans saggin down (uh) with the michael vick jersey
The white on whites from uptown
Wifebeater underneath
If its totally necessary, some gold teeth, its on you
Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell
What the hell, these clowns is pointin at?
[chorus]
(if you got the time.. then Ive got the time) you clockin gs
Youre monopoly, and you property
(tell homes over there to step off) you clockin gs
(if you got the time.. then Ive got the time) you clockin gs
Youre monopoly, and you property
(tell homes over there to step off) you clockin gs
[ll cool j]
Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww)
Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea)
Hand on your waist just in case its on
Fully prepared to go to war til the break of dawn
Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car
Rollin up {? } to rush into the bar
Its a simple recipe, i-c-e
S-h-i-n-e equals free p
Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty
Hot and broke, daddy have mercy
She want prada, the pearl of drawers
The new fendi mink so she can act stink
The camouflage pumas with the crystal stripes
The mz. gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night
Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight
[chorus]
[ll cool j]
Its that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin

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song performed by LL Cool J
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How Im Comin

Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
You can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother
Word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo
Drag it out of ya, bring it on
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond
I know you want a piece of the champ
But you roll too weak, you couldnt make it in my camp
You thought I went for the flip
But Im bustin off hip-hop clip after clip
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride Ill run it back
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
Stick the steel in your mouth
Buck buck buck buck buck, lights out
[chorus]
(Im comin)
How ya comin baby?
(Im comin)
This is how Im comin
The album that Im comin with is rough, the flavors mean
(ooooh) kickin you for real in the guillatine
Fourteen shots to your dome kid
Im doin time in the game like a bid
Movin rhymes like a package
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
Shootin, lickin, bustin, sprayin, all of that
And then some, dead dead dead, one by one
Never step to a real man
cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
But you still you gotta ride in your mans benz
Word to hip-hop, Im a blast ya
Gotta set you on fire cause I gassed ya
Boom, blow, batman, bang, pow
Unh (what) unh (what), thats the way its goin down
My new album aint no joke
You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
Ill never slack again, Im off the job like the mob
Hey, no prob, many solved, on the knob, make em soft drob
What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
You can feel it comin, burnin, buildin, flowin like an eel
Movin, killin, breakin, servin you just like a meal
Take off your clothes and taste the steel
[chorus]

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song performed by LL Cool J
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The Brews

Friday night well be drinkin manashevitz
Goin out to terrorize goyem
Stompin shagitz, screwin shicksas
As long as were home by saturday mornin
Cause hey were the brews
Sportin anti swastika tattoos
Oi oi were the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, o.g. ois
Orthopedic dr. martins good for
Waffle making, kickin through the shin
Reputation, gained through intimidation
Pacifism no longer tradition
Cause hey were the brews
Sportin anti swastika tattoos
Oi oi were the brews
The fairfax ghetto boys skinheaded jews
We got the might, psycho mashuganas
We cant lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutspah, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, well separate our milkplates from our meat

song performed by NOFX
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Physical

Rosie - we're talkin' to women over 35.
Olivia - you do a self-examination.
Rosie - we got another thing to keep you alive, give your boobs a squeeze!
Olivia - a mammogram makes sure that you have healthy breasts.
Rosie - no different than a cold waffle iron...
Olivia - reminds me of having my blue jeans pressed.
Rosie - so make your move and please.
Together - get a physical, physical, call and get a physical. schedule a physical
Get yourself a mammogram, you'll thank us ma'am. get yourself a mammogram.
Olivia - you can do it 'cause your strong. it only hurts for 5 seconds.
Rosie - uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh... whether they're tiny, big, or long, you know what they need.
Olivia - if you feel a marble, a pea, or a flaw, don't be shy just get it checked.
Rosie - be a trend setter, just whip off your bra! start a health stampede!
Together - get a physical, physical! it's time for your physical. don't say
You're to busyical. get yourself a mammogram, thank you ma'am. get yourself
A mammogram!

song performed by Olivia Newton-John
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Nights I Can't Remember, Friends I'll Never Forget

Me and JB and Sonny, we grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers, closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little three-piece band
Yeah we wrote a lot of songs about women
Then we tried to sing 'em pretty for the girls
Pushin' everythin' we did to the limit
Livin' right out on the edge of the world.
I recall on summer night at a party
We were sophomores hangin' out by the lake
I got off on some wine with a waitress
Sonny had a girlfriend that just couldn't wait
JB hooked up around midnight
With an ugly girl from up in the city
He downed every can of beer in the cooler
Just tryin' to drink that poor thing pretty.
Hey me and the boys we made a lot of noise
And we, sang all our songs for free
We partied through college, acquired some knowledge
Never did get a degree
We did it our way lookin' back on the good days
There's still not a lot I regret
Nights I Can't Remember, Friends I'll Never Forget.
I grew up and got married, took a job with the FPL
Sonny's got a good life, a baby and a good wife
And everyday he carries the mail
JB is a cross-country trucker
And he called last night from South Carolina
He said I fallen in love with a waitress
That I met at a Waffle House diner.
He said the years seem to roll on faster
Than they did back when we were kids
Then we need us a break from the grindstone
That's exactly what we did.
We put in a phone call to Sonny
Then we stayed out all night long
We drank a few cold ones, then told a few old ones
And sang another verse to the song.
Yeah we were boys who made a lot of noise
And we, sang all our songs for free
We partied through college, acquired some knowledge
Never did get a degree
We did it our way lookin' back on the good days
There's still not a lot I regret
There's some Nights I Can't Remember, with Friends I'll Never Forget.
All those Nights I Can't Remember, Friends I'll Never Forget.

song performed by Toby Keith
Added by Lucian Velea
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An Elpees Worth Of Toons

Whos that on the racks again?
A portrait of a crazy man
Trying to make a living off an elpees worth of toons
A picture of a soul in pain
Trying to change the world with an elpees worth of toons
Theres something at the heart of it thats simply awful
A man who makes a living off a plastic waffle
Sweat is forming on my brow
Not a thing can help me now
My life is on the line for an elpees worth of toons
I can see the write-ups now
The multitudes are crying for an elpees worth of toons
A man would simply have to be as mad as a hatter
To try to change the world with a plastic platter
Whats your problem, sonny?
Whats your problem, son?
I want to be loved

song performed by Todd Rundgren
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