| 7th February 2007 04:07 PM |
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
Tailored suits,
chauffered cars
Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs,
up for a price
Where the red hot
girls keep on dancing through the night
The claim is in you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl, you want it
all The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on,
come on, listen to the money talk
Come on, come on, love me
for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the money talk
A French maid, foreign chef
A big house with king size bed
You've had enough, you ship them out
The dollar's up-down, you'd better buy the pound
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl,
you broke
the laws
You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on,
come on. listen to the moneytalk
Come on, come on, love me
for the money
Come, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Moneytalks, yeah, yeah
Money talks, B.S. walks
Money talks, come on, come on
Come on, come on,
love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the
moneytalk
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come
on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Money talks,
money talk, talk, talk Hear it talk Yeah, yeah,
yeah money talks
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| 7th February 2007 04:21 PM |
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
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| 7th February 2007 04:30 PM |
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| pdog |
I've heard conflicting arguments.
I prefer it evil... |
| 7th February 2007 04:36 PM |
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
quote:
pdog wrote:
I've heard conflicting arguments.
LOL. Me too. Pat Boone always said it was OK as long as he was the one singing it.
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| 7th February 2007 04:41 PM |
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| pdog |
Pat Boone: At age 96 you will have a heart attack while eating a deep-fried peanut butter and banana sandwich, Elvis style. |
| 7th February 2007 04:51 PM |
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| Ten Thousand Motels |
The problem with Pat is that you can't take him seriously. A bit of comic relief is about it. He just "happened" to be there at the Dawn of Rock n Roll. That's all. Some kind of Divine practical joke. |
| 7th February 2007 05:07 PM |
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| Honky Tonk Man |
How about... its a good thing for evil people.  |
| 7th February 2007 05:15 PM |
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| pdog |
quote:
Honky Tonk Man wrote:
How about... its a good thing for evil people.
Awwwww!
Saddam, Stalin and Hitler are having a three way in hell... |
| 7th February 2007 07:26 PM |
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| GotToRollMe |
Berserker
smyth/angley/smith)
"My love for you is like a truck, Berserker
Would you like some making fuck, Berserker
My love for you is like a rock, Berserker
The Berserker is just so obscene
Likes evil people you know what I mean
He takes your soul and then just rips you apart
He'll steal your heart
Would you like to smoke some pot, Berserker
My love for you is ticking clock, Berserker
Would you like to suck my cock, Berserker
Would you like some making fuck, Berserker"
Whatever gave you the idea it might be evil?
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| 7th February 2007 07:53 PM |
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| mojoman |
quote:
pdog wrote:
Awwwww!
Saddam, Stalin and Hitler are having a three way in hell...
was that on south park? |
| 7th February 2007 07:56 PM |
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| fireontheplatter |
quote:
Ten Thousand Motels wrote:
Tailored suits,
chauffered cars
Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs,
up for a price
Where the red hot
girls keep on dancing through the night
The claim is in you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl, you want it
all The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on,
come on, listen to the money talk
Come on, come on, love me
for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the money talk
A French maid, foreign chef
A big house with king size bed
You've had enough, you ship them out
The dollar's up-down, you'd better buy the pound
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl,
you broke
the laws
You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on,
come on. listen to the moneytalk
Come on, come on, love me
for the money
Come, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Moneytalks, yeah, yeah
Money talks, B.S. walks
Money talks, come on, come on
Come on, come on,
love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the
moneytalk
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come
on, come on, listen to the moneytalk
Money talks,
money talk, talk, talk Hear it talk Yeah, yeah,
yeah money talks
if only the 1st singer from ac/dc could have sung this song. the guy who sings it now sounds like he's straining. |
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