Put an ear-worm into the head of the next person

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  • SwedishSarah
    SwedishSarah Posts: 4,350 Member
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    You spin me right round, baby
    Right round like a record, baby
    Right round round round
  • countscalories
    countscalories Posts: 418 Member
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    Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
    walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
    You might say there's no such thing as Santa,
    but as for me & Grandpa, we believe.
  • JenD1066
    JenD1066 Posts: 298 Member
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    Boom! Clap!
    The sound in my heart
    The beat goes on and on and on and on and....
    (My five year old's current favorite.)
  • Woodspoon
    Woodspoon Posts: 223 Member
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    Monty Python always sticks in my head

    Sit on my face and tell me that you love me
    I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you too
    I love to hear you oralize
    When I'm between your thighs
    You blow me away

    Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you
    I'll sit on your face and then I'll love you truly
    Life can be fine if we both sixty nine
    If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places
    And play till we're blown away
  • CiclistaVal
    CiclistaVal Posts: 221 Member
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    The title of this thread gives me goosebumps. :S
  • Sloth2016
    Sloth2016 Posts: 846 Member
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    Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents.
    No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
    Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
    Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
    I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

    Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine.
    Old worn out clothes and shoes,
    I don't pay no union dues,
    I smoke old stogies I have found short, but not too big around
    I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

    I know every engineer on every train
    All of their children, and all of their names
    And every handout in every town
    And every lock that ain't locked, when no one's around.

    I sing, trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
    No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
    Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
    Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
    I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

    - Roger Miller, "King of the Road"