NATRA AND RIKK'S POPGEAR AND BEER FUCKIN' DRINKIN' FEST

[diamondsgirl]

Originally posted by Matt White

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

Great lyrics

[MAX]

Originally posted by Matt White
Does it have meatballs?!?!

No the meatball has left the bulding....

uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh

"On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese...

I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed..."

[Matt White]

Hard to believe it was written by kris kristopherson....along with "ME AND BOBBY McGEE!!!

[ALinChainz]

Originally posted by MAX
No the meatball has left the bulding....

uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh

"On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese...

I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed..."

... it rolled off the table ... and onto the floor ... and then my poor meatball ... rolled out of the door ..."


:D

[diamondsgirl]

Originally posted by MAX
Evenin' peeps.

Beeya please.

'ello

I'll have some Montepulciano D'Abruzzo with my spaghetti.

[Matt White]

Originally posted by MAX
No the meatball has left the bulding....

uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh

"On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese...

I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed..."

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.....SHECKY GREEN!!!!

[MAX]

Originally posted by ALinChainz
... it rolled off the table ... and onto the floor ... and then my poor meatball ... rolled out of the door ..."


:D

"it rolled in the garden... and under a bush... and then the poor meatball... was noting but MUSH!!!"

:D

[MAX]

Originally posted by diamondsgirl
'ello

I'll have some Montepulciano D'Abruzzo with my spaghetti.

Huh?

I don't get it?

[Rikk]

Let's get some more J.C. on, and then we can laugh at meatballs more.

How high's the water, mama?
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Two feet high and risin'

We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
That's the only thing we got left that'll float
It's already over all the wheat and the oats,
Two feet high and risin'

How high's the water, mama?
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Three feet high and risin'

Well, the hives are gone,
I've lost my bees
The chickens are sleepin'
In the willow trees
Cow's in water up past her knees,
Three feet high and risin'

How high's the water, mama?
Four feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Four feet high and risin'

Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train
Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain,
4 feet high and risin'

How high's the water, mama?
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Five feet high and risin'

Well, the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water comes down,
Five feet high and risin'

Well, it's five feet high and risin'

[diamondsgirl]

we used to sing that meatball song in Girl Scouts....before I got thrown out.

[MAX]

Originally posted by diamondsgirl
we used to sing that meatball song in Girl Scouts....before I got thrown out.

Hey Ms. Gluestick,

Kicking old lady's shins cos they wont buy cookies will do that to you. :p

[diamondsgirl]

Originally posted by Rikk
Let's get some more J.C. on, and then we can laugh at meatballs

yes....lets...

I could listen to JC all day long

[diamondsgirl]

Originally posted by MAX
Huh?

I don't get it?

I thought you were making spaghetti

[Rikk]

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi yaaaaay
Ghost Riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry


As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay

Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky

[Matt White]

:D

THE MAN IN BLACK

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

There's a man going around taking names
and he decides Who to free and who to blame
every body won't be treated Quite the same
there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
at the terror in each Sip and each sup
will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind, is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalom no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorne
and at his feet They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.