Jump to content

I heard it from a friend


olyclimber

Recommended Posts

  • Replies 538
  • Created
  • Last Reply

Top Posters In This Topic

It’s early morning

The sun comes out

Last night was shaking

And pretty loud

My cat is purring

And scratches my skin

So what is wrong

With another sin

The bitch is hungry

She needs to tell

So give her inches

And feed her well

More days to come

New places to go

I’ve got to leave

It’s time for a show

Link to comment
Share on other sites

So...David Allan Coe signed my cowboy hat years ago...

 

The Vibrator Queen

 

Well she ordered it from a magazine

I guess for about ten bucks

And it came by special delivery

in a plain brown cardboard box

Well she opened it and inspected it

(Someone in the audience yell's “ How long was itâ€)

(David answered “ Bout twelve inches longâ€)

Well she went and dipped it in her Crisco can

And turned that sum-a-bitch on

Well she hummed and a wiggled, squirmed and giggled

Collapsed into utter pleasures

 

(Chorus)

 

She's a Vibrator Queen

She's in love with a machine

She swears it's an American dream

AC/DC try it and you'll see

It's guaranteed to make you cream in your jeans

 

Well she fell in love with what she had bought

A 12 - inch wonder that the mailman had brought

But through her love she could not see,

What a terrible fate there was to be.

Well she found her answer to all of her dreams

In a battery operated sex machine

Man nor beast could take it's place

She was destined to die with a smile on her face

 

 

 

(Chorus)

 

She's a Vibrator Queen

She's in love with a machine

She swears it's an American dream

AC/DC try it and you'll see

It's guaranteed to make you cream in your jeans

 

One day while she was in the bath

She decided poorly,

To do her thing in the water

She paid no mind to that caution sign

That old AC current got her

Now people say, for miles around

They can still hear that dildo a hummin

But ‘at's when I realized she cant be dead

Hell! Her ass must still be cummin

 

(Chorus - twice)

 

She's a Vibrator Queen

She's in love with a machine

She swears it's an American dream

AC/DC try it and you'll see

It's guaranteed to make you cream in your jeans

 

She's a Vibrator Queen

She's in love with a machine

She swears it's an American dream

AC/DC try it and you'll see

It's guaranteed to make you cream in your jeans

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Oh you know....

 

 

She came down yellow mountain

on a dark flat land she rides

On a pony she named Wildfire

With a whirlwind by her side

On a cold Nebraska night

 

Oh they say she died one winter

When there came a killing frost

And the pony she named Wildfire

Busted down his stall

In a blizzard he was lost

She ran calling Wildfire

She ran calling Wildfire

She ran calling Wildfire

 

By the dark of the moon I planted

But there came an early snow

There's been a hoot owl howling by my window now

For six nights in a row

She's coming for me I know

And on Wildfire we're both gonna go

We'll be riding Wildfire

We'll be riding Wildfire

We'll be riding Wildfire

 

On Wildfire we're going to ride

Gonna leave sodbusting behind

Get these hard times right on out of my mind

Riding Wildfire

Link to comment
Share on other sites

They're lining up

To mad dog your tilta whirl

3 shots for a dollar

Win a real live dog

All the lies that you tell

I believed them so well. Take them back

Take them back to your red house

For that fearful leap into the dark

I did my time

In the jail of your arms

Now Ophelia wants to know

Where she should turn

Tell me...what did you do

What did you do the last time?

Why don't you do that

Go on ahead and take this the wrong way

Time's not your friend

Do you cry. Do you pray

Do you wish them away

Do you still leave nothing

But bones in the way

Did you bury the carnival

Lions and all

Excuse me while I sharpen my nails

And just who are you this time?

You look rather tired

(Who drinks from your shoe)

Are you pretending to love

Well I hear that it pays well

How do your pistol and your Bible and your

Sleeping pills go?

Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?

 

Well I fell in love

With your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes

You better get down on the floor

Don't you know this is war

Tell me who are you this time?

Tell me who are you this time?

Link to comment
Share on other sites

and...

 

Listen, children, to a story

That was written long ago,

'Bout a kingdom on a mountain

And the valley-folk below.

 

On the mountain was a treasure

Buried deep beneath the stone,

And the valley-people swore

They'd have it for their very own.

 

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after....

One tin soldier rides away.

 

So the people of the valley

Sent a message up the hill,

Asking for the buried treasure,

Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

 

Came an answer from the kingdom,

"With our brothers we will share

All the secrets of our mountain,

All the riches buried there."

 

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after....

One tin soldier rides away.

 

Now the valley cried with anger,

"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"

And they killed the mountain-people,

So they won their just reward.

 

Now they stood beside the treasure,

On the mountain, dark and red.

Turned the stone and looked beneath it...

"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

 

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after....

One tin soldier rides away.

 

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

Go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of Heaven,

You can justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgement day,

On the bloody morning after....

One tin soldier rides away.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.




×
×
  • Create New...