My personal soundtrack goes haywire

Y'all are some evil, evil bastards...

"So tell me what you want, what you really, really want."
"I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want"

 

The manual says to think of a Queen song -- any Queen song -- and think of it. In a matter of time, the original song will disappear; the Queen song will too...

 

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now he's dead,
Big huckin' chicken.
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away-
You go big and you are spicy.
Mama ooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry-
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Three hits of heat can't be beat. Spicy. Huckin. Chicken.



I'm trying.

God help me, I'm trying.

 

Sounds like you need a stronger dose... try Fat Bottomed Girls, or go to the obscure and try Barcelona...

 

Not for nothing, but in a 3-mile drive to my place of work today, I heard three different Toby Keith songs. I started looking for an abuttment (sp?) to plow into.

 

Damn you shottie I just spent my entire lunch singing that song in my head.

 

Who ya gonna call?

Soundtrack Busters!

 

867-5309

 

Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has it's da-aww-awn. Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn.

 

Let me go ooooon like a blister in the sun, Let me go oooooon big hands I know you're the one

 

I would love Blister in the Sun to be my personal soundtrack.

COS YERRRR MOTORRRING! [/rosieoffingherself]

 

did you get that number of the wall ?