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Beer Drinkers Pinky Raisers

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If you him sluggin' one down the line
Fav'rite ice cream or Beer this time,
Well, here's a tell for you to keep in mind
Watch his hand little finger this time.

Beer drinkers pinky raisers, yeah.
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you see the difference?

The house gets loud cos money's tight,
John Boehner's cryin' through the night.
Dem's try'n to cover Eric Holder's plight
But ev'rything's cool 'cause 'bama's tight.

Beer drinkers pinky raisers, yeah.
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you see the difference?
Raise it boy.

The joint was passin' like we's choomin'
Lord, I thought the laws was gonna come in.
Soundin' like Barney Franks' Confessional
'Cause we're inexperienced and flexible

Beer drinkers pinky raisers, yeah.
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you see the difference?

Not exactly sure what you're insinuating Comrade Groucho, but here's a Side B for your song regardless



Rumor spreading round, that Great Lakes town
'Bout a bathhouse south of Desplaines
You know what I'm talking about
Jes' let me know, if you wanna go
Meet a POTUS named Hussein
He's got a nice beard for a wife, Ha

Have mercy
A haw, haw, haw, haw, ah haw
A haw, haw, haw

Might use your palm on Mayor Rahm
Get yourself a ten spot for a tip
A hum, hum
Might share a glove with Reggie Love
Unless he's already taken
Hum, hum, hum ....

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I bow to your greatness... Can I share the last rat I caught with you?



Debt is up, employment down
General despair, all around
I haven't really done much, mm hum
I said Lord, when things go south
I'm just looking to blame Bush

Markets bad, bailouts good
Detroit City's, a burned out hood
I think I'll go play some golf , um hm
I said Lord my polls have gone down
I'm just looking to blame Bush

Vote me back, second term
Your stupidity, be confirmed
You ain't thinking too much, mm hmm
I said Lord take me to the White House
I'm just looking to blame Bush

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The mad bomber of Chicago


Did you ever hear the story
That happened so long ago
'Weatherman with a plan:
The mad bomber of Chicago?
And Bill Ayers played his hand
And he lived by the light of the fuse
Once again just as then
Found him livin' inside a ruse
Hey, hey!

And the fortune his dad made
Let him live high on the hog
Til his bomb escapades
When they hunted him like a dog.
He and Dohrn on the run,
Knowing they could get by,
'Cause their friends killed in sin
Were not there to testify.
Hey, hey!

They were caught, but were freed
On legal technicalities
He advanced; at his school
Made collegiality
But Barack he did make,
And with his dear wife Michelle.
Bill Ayers was free as a bird,
But guilty as hell.

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Double Talk Again

I got hit in the head not long ago
I thought I knew the facts so well
It wasn't the same, now it goes to show
Sometimes can't tell what I'll tell

Wavin' high and low, don't know where I'll go
I'm in my double talk, my friend
The only way define what's Lead behind
I'm in my double talk again, double talk again

You know I'm wavin' along like a air machine
Blowin' on through the night
Sayin' things like I've never said
And I'm talking from outta sight

Wavin' high and low, don't know where I'll go
I'm in my double talk, my friend
The only way define what's Lead behind
I'm in my double talk again, double talk again

I'm wavin' up and down, I act lost and found
They call it smokin' Joe
Looks like my head's deranged, My facts rearranged
And I'm thinking I'm on a roll

Wavin' high and low, don't know where I'll go
I'm in my double talk, my friend
The only way define what's Lead behind
I'm in my double talk again, double talk again

Double talked again, double talk again




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OK, while I am stealing a piece from the "right" side of The Cube, I must post this (since it uses the word "beer" and all): Experts: Communism is to Socialism, what Bud is to Bud Light. Whoever wrote this is a genius!

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Callmelennie wrote:

Debt is up, employment down
General despair, all around
I haven't really done much, mm hum
I said Lord, when things go south
I'm just looking to blame Bush

Markets bad, bailouts good
Detroit City's, a burned out hood
I think I'll go play some golf , um hm
I said Lord my polls have gone down
I'm just looking to blame Bush

Vote me back, second term
Your stupidity, be confirmed
You ain't thinking too much, mm hmm
I said Lord take me to the White House
I'm just looking to blame Bush


Polls been up, comin' down.
Take my word, ain't turnin' 'round.
Ain't got credit for much.
I said, Polls turnin' down now,
I'll just keep blamin' Bush.

Times are bad, gettin' worse,
Dallas, Texas, Hollywood.
Ain't got credit for much.
I said, polls turnin' down now,
I'll just keep blamin' Bush.

Finish line almost done
Nothing's my fault, not alone.
Ain't got credit for much..
I said, polls turnin' down now,
I'm still blamin' Bush.

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My dear, dear Comrade Groucho Marxist, what would you say if I told you, you got me to listen to my first ZZ Top tune?

In order to assist you on your personal journey of ZZ Top-ian discovery, Komradina .. here are two more glorious songs which were written during the three day period when the band converted to Islam and called themselves "Azizi Al Ta'api -- "Waiting for the Blast" and "Prophet Just Left Medina."

https://thepeoplescube.com/post125316.html#125316

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I think ZZ Top is an acquired taste in music. I think I'll go back to Michael Buble now. :D

P.S. I went and looked at your link--you were terrific from the get-go Comrade Callmelennie. :)

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Seizure Glasses


When she gets up in the morning and the light does hurt her head
The first thing she does when she gets up out of bed
Is hit that streets a-runnin' and try to bleat the masses
And go get herself some seizure glasses
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Spied on Hillary and I followed her all night
Wore an oven mit git up and her drinking got her tight
She had a drunken slur that was as slow as molasses
But what really knocked me out was her seizure glasses
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

(Feels the ground move)

Now go out get yourself some dark blue glasses
With the glass so blue won't even know you're lame
And the choice is up to you and you can pick your fashion
Campaign fades or seizure glasses
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah



 
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