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Songs You Can't Get Rid Of....

what keeps a song in your head?

lol, only knowing bits and pieces of the song (insert evil laughter here)

One Hit Wonders Lyrics

Carl Douglas


Kung Fu Fighting Lyrics



Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit
But they fought with

They were funky China men from funky Chinatown

It's an ancient Chineese art and everybody
From a feint into a

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit

There was funky Billy Chin and little Sammy Chung
He said here comes the
We took a bow and made a stand, started swinging with the hand

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit
But they did it with
(repeat)..make sure you have expert timing
Kung-fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning
 
The most evil song created by man.

It's a small world....

Anyone ever been on the ride? did you want to rip the heads off those damn puppets?
 
Have you ever heard Eric Cartman sing "Come Sail Away"?

I can no longer listen to Styx singing the song without hearing the Cartman version in my head.....it's actually playing now.

They make pills to stop this from happening, this insipid song creeping into the head problem. I don't recommend them as they also turn your personality off and cause sleeplessness, headache, digestive problems, homicidal behavior, and sexual side effects. I'd rather hear songs in my head.
 
I'll start out by saying this thread is pure unadulterated evil! Now I have had the Safety Dance song stuck in my head for the better part of 2 hours. :rofl:

We can dance if we want to!
 
Ahahaha! I still prefer the original music video but that was great. Now I will have it stuck in my head for about another 5 hours or so. :rofl:
 
Almost forgot my favorites....the theme from Knight Rider and the 6 flags commercial "We like to party". I just think the old guys gettin' funky is hilarious. And my g/f and her old co-worker seemed to think that I danced to that song naked when I was home alone. :rofl:
 
I'll be blue all day now....

EIFFEL 65 LYRICS

"Blue (Da Ba De)"

Yo listen up here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees
Is just blue like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him and hisself
And everybody around
Cos he ain't got nobody to listen to

I'm blue da ba dee da ba die...
 
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