The lyrics thread!

[Klink]

Artist: The Beatles
Album: Revolver
Title: Taxman


Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'cause I'm the taxman,
yeah, I'm the taxman

Should five percent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'cause I'm the taxman,
yeah, I'm the taxman

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat
If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet
Taxman

'Cause I'm the taxman,
Yeah, I'm the taxman

Don't ask me what I want it for (ha ha Mr. Wilson)
If you don't want to pay some more (ha ha Mr. Heath)
'cause I'm the taxman,
yeah, I'm the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'cause I'm the taxman,
yeah, I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but mehehel

[AdmiralAK]

lol ;-)
I dont like ALL hip hop just some



Admiral

[edX]

Cliches

By: Jimmy Buffett
1975

She's got a ballpark figure
He's got a ballpoint pen
They travel around for weeks at a time
Writin' down descriptions of the places they been

She plays guitar but nothin' fancy
With no intention of becomin' a star
Only thing that's botherin' him these days
Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar

Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
Mean what you say

She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's eighty-sixed from the Chart Room
He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fast

They're funny when they get to rockin'
Goin' out for a night on the town
Takin' Polaroid pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at when they finally slow down

Full moon
So soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June

He's always tuned into Star Trek
She's always tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim

Tonight they're gonna go star gazin'
An' try to figure out which one they're near
But try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
You know you can't get there from here

Full moon
So soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June

Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
To say what you mean
Mean what you say

[Jadey]

Check out the archive of misheard lyrics:
http://www.kissthisguy.com

Here's an example of Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall part II:

The real lyrics:
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave those kids alone

Misheard as:
We don't need no education
We don't need no BIRTH CONTROL
The dark's a hazard in the classroom
Teacher leave those kids alone

My favorite web site, but they need to update more often.

[AdmiralAK]

the abba one (dancing queen) was HILARIOUS

[voice-]

Hey Klink, your melody is fine, but I like these lyrics better


(one, two, thray, four)
(one, two [nasal hocking sound])

I used to be a pinball freak
That's where you'd find me every week
But now it's Pacman
Yeah it's the Pacman

I love to gobble up those dots
Keep pumpin' quarters in the slots
They call it Pacman
Yeah it's the Pacman

At the game arcade, they say I'm hard core
I can play all day 'til my hands are sore
And I quit my job just to play some more
But I won't give up 'til I break high score

Pacman [music from Pacman "intermission"]

Well it's the Pacman
Yeah it's the Pacman

Well it takes a lot of cash to play
(Pacman, get the cherry)
So I'm gonna sell my house today
(Pacman, eat 'em up)

I'm playin' Pacman
Yeah it's the Pac-ma-an

Hey mom, I won't be home this year
(Pacman)
Please forward all my mail right here
(Pacman)
I'm at the Pacman
Yeah it's the Pacman

And you're playing with no one but me
Pacman

[music from Pacman "intermission"]
[sound from when Pacman dies]

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Happy Birthday
by "Weird Al" Yankovic


Lyrics:

Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you

Well, it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year
We'll eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer
You should be good and happy that there's something you can eat
A million npeople every day are starving in the street

Your daddy's in the gutter with the wretched and the poor
Your mama's in the kitchen with a can of Cycle Four
There's garbage in the water
There's poison in the sky
I guess it won't be long before we're all gonna die

Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you

Well, what's the matter little friend, you think this party is the pits
Enjoy it while you can, we'll soon be blown to bits
The monkeys in the pentagon are gonna cook our goose
Their finger's on the button, all they need it an excuse

It doesn't take a military genius to see
We'll all be crispy critters after World War III
There's nowhere you can run to, nowhere you can hide
When they drop the big one, we all get fried

(Come on boys and girls, sing along, ok?)

Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
wow! (background screaming, sound effect)

Well there's a punk in the alley and he's looking for a fight
There's an Arab on the corner buying everything in sight
There's a mother in the ghetto with another mouth to feed
Seems that everywhere you look today there's misery and greed

I guess you know the Earth is gonna crash into the sun
But that's no reason why we shouldn't have a little fun
So if you think it's scary, if it's more than you can take
Just blow out the candles and have a piece of cake

Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
wow!

Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you

(Happy Birthday!)

And a pinch to grow an inch!

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Well, that's it. ThinkI typed all that? Think again. Both songs were by "Weird Al" Yankovic and the lyrics from http://www.com-www.com/weirdal/weirdallyrics.html

[Jadey]

Here's some more from kissthisguy:

Rolling Stones, Ruby Tuesday.

Real Lyrics:
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday

Misheard as:
Goodbye groovy toothpaste

[Nummi_G4]

His thoughts like a hundred moths, Trapped in a lampshade, Somewhere within, Their wings banging and burning, On through endless nights, Forever awake he lies shaking and starving, Praying for someone to turn off the lights.

rage.... against.... the.... MACHINE !