| To: hunchback who wrote (26) | 12/10/1999 3:03:00 PM | | From: hunchback | | | |
Little Clown
Little Clown in the park
Don't you know that it's getting dark
You've been smoking crack since noon
And making x-rated animal balloons
Little clown go ride your trike
Little clown go take a hike
Little clown go honk your horn
Little clown stop reading porn
CHORUS:
Little clown at the door,
We don't want any more
Little clown at the door
We don't want any-
Little clown are you still here?
Finishing off your 18th beer
All the children have up and gone
While you were throwing up on the lawn
Little clown go honk your horn
Little clown stop reading porn
Little clown go ride your trike
Little clown just take a hike
CHORUS
SOLO
Little clown in the tent
Straight from Hell is where you were sent
I'm going to turn you upside down
And turn that smile into a frown
Little clown you're a silly freak
Little clown your future's bleak
Little clown don't throw that pie
Little clown you're going to die!
CHORUS |
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| To: MythMan who wrote (25) | 12/10/1999 4:45:00 PM | | From: pater tenebrarum | | | |
Once upon a time there were two (as opposed to three) identical twins, who, in defiance of all we know about the genetic basis of intelligence, were anything but identical mentally. One of them was, quite frankly, stupid, while the other was very sharp indeed. In fact, he was a master of ready wit and stunning repartee.
One evening the stupid twin went to a circus that happened to be in town. He went early so he could get a good seat in the front row, right beside the ring, and he thoroughly enjoyed the experience. He marvelled at the elephants, cowered from the lions, and gaped at the trapeze artists in their skimpy costumes; he reacted exactly the way he was meant to.
Last of all, on came the clowns. They were his favourite bit of the circus. All that falling over, all that water, all those custard pies - it was hilarious. The lead clown was the most ludicrous of the lot: he had bigger shoes, baggier trousers, brighter make-up and the most enormous red nose. And part of the lead clown's job was to make fun of people in the audience.
So the clown looked around for someone to hassle, and saw a rather stupid-looking man sitting right in the front row. Ideal. He went up to the stupid twin and said:
"Sir, are you the front end of an ass?"
The stupid man sat there wishing that he hadn't come, wishing that the clown would go away and pick on someone else. He knew he wasn't very intelligent, and he knew he would come out of this looking very foolish. But he spoke up. "No," he said.
"Sir, are you the back end of an ass?" the clown continued.
"No, I'm not," the stupid man replied.
"Then, sir," the clown said slowly, letting the audience savour the moment, "you are no end of an ass!"
The audience, having a fairly poor sense of humour, erupted into laughter. The stupid man just wished he could die. Fortunately for him, the show was soon over.
When he got home, the stupid man told his brother what had happened.
"Don't worry," said the master of ready wit and stunning repartee, "I am a master of ready wit and stunning repartee. Tomorrow night I will go to the circus and make that clown look foolish."
So the next night, the master of ready wit and stunning repartee went to the circus, and got a front row seat. Being an intelligent man, he was considerably less impressed by the sight of dumb animals being made to do tricks, although he had to admit that the trapeze artists were rather tasty.
Then the clowns came out, and the one with the biggest shoes, baggiest trousers, brightest make-up and most ludicrously over-sized nose looked around the audience for someone to make fun of. He could not believe his luck. There, sitting in the front row, was the stupid man he'd got such a laugh out of the night before. So the clown approached the master of ready wit and stunning repartee and asked:
"Sir, are you the front end of an ass?"
"No," said the master of ready wit and stunning repartee.
"Sir, are you the back end of an ass?" the clown continued.
"No, I'm not," replied the master of ready wit and stunning repartee.
"Then, sir," said the clown, "you are no end of an ass!" The crowd went wild with laughter. The joke went down even better than it had the night before, and the clown felt on top of the world.
But just then the master of ready wit and stunning repartee stood up, smiled sadistically and said:
"Fuck off you red-nosed bastard."
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| To: Les H who wrote (4) | 12/10/1999 7:38:00 PM | | From: re3 | | | |
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far,
fly high, you're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try;
they're gonna love you.
Well I've always had a deep respect, and I mean that most sincerely.
The WEBSITE (band) is just fantastic, that is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's PROFITABLE (Pink?)
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
we call it Riding the Gravy Train.
We're just knocked out, we heard about the sell out.
You gotta get an *IPO*(album) out, you owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start, it could be made into a monster
if we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
we call it Riding the Gravy Train. |
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| To: re3 who wrote (31) | 12/10/1999 7:46:00 PM | | From: MythMan | | | |
what is all this music lyric stuff??
Ho Ho Pink Floyd..
Oh by the way, which one's Pink? |
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