Is it true that the women are worse than the men?
Right fol, right fol, tiddy fol day
Is it true that the women are worse than the men?
They go down to hell and get kicked out again
With me right fol dol, tiddy fol dol
Right fol, right fol, tiddy fol day
There was an old man lived in Killyburn Brae
There was an old man lived in Killyburn Brae
And he had a wife, was the plague of his days
The devil he came to the man with the plow
The devil he came to the man with the plow
Said one of your family I will have now
Says he, “Me old man, I have come for you wife”
Says he, “Me old man, I have come for you wife
For I hear she’s the plague and torment of your life”
The devil he hoisted her up on his back
The devil he hoisted her up on his back
And straight down to hell with her he did pack
There were two little devils a-playing with chains
There were two little devils a-playing with chains
She lifted her stick and she scattered their brains
There were two other devils a-playing at ball
There were two other devils a-playing at ball
Said “Take her away or she’ll murder us all”
The devil he hoisted her up on his back
The devil he hoisted her up on his back
And to the old man, with her he did pack
Said he “Me old man, here’s your wife safe and well”
Said he “Me old man, here’s your wife safe and well
She wouldn’t be kept, not even in hell”
So, it’s true that the women are worse than the men
It’s true that the women are worse than the men
They go down to hell and get kicked out again
It is amazing how perebonedgassedently (ever have a moment when the right word won’t gome to you? I just had one, so I made that word up up…) you are with Nitshibaloneyoron. OOPS! Did I forget an “M” there?
Very irritating, but I am in awe of your patience (patients?). Hufpo would have consigned this texter to hell months ago.
Cool.
And, Dan.
How do you find all this amazing stuff? Do you have really good shrooms or sumpin’?
For teh purty woman-hating goodness, you just gotta love you some Lyle Lovett:
The preacher asked her
And she said I do
The preacher asked me
And she said yes he does too
And the preacher said
I pronounce you 99 to life
Son she’s no lady she’s your wife
And I can’t remember
How I met her
Seems like she’s always just been hanging here off my right arm
And I can’t remember
How I ever
Thought that I just couldn’t live without a woman’s charm
…or maybe some Shooter Jennings, my new Ipod fave:
Well you moved out of my apartment, and you moved out of my old town,
And my life has remained so lonely since you aint been around,
And to think how far I’ve traveled just to see you one more time,
But if that’s how you say hello,
Well, you can kiss my ass goodbye.
So let your hair down, get outta that skirt,
Ah, but leave them high heels on,
I’ll be in the back of my black Cadillac,
When Jesus finally comes to call his children home.
Huh. Not very cheery.
Heh…he musta married my ex.
Mother’s Day is certainly over.
It is SO over.
I just love the expressions.
Is that better than saying she came from a monkey?
I’m just asking…
It’s funny because it’s true.
Heh…he musta married my ex.
And you musta married mine, damn, she gets around!
Turtles all the way down. That’s the only answer, IMAO.
Sweat Loaf, anyone?
When did Chelsea put out her childhood memoirs?
dan, are ye showing your inner celt again?
KILLYBURN BRAE
Jeff =
It is amazing how perebonedgassedently (ever have a moment when the right word won’t gome to you? I just had one, so I made that word up up…) you are with Nitshibaloneyoron. OOPS! Did I forget an “M” there?
Very irritating, but I am in awe of your patience (patients?). Hufpo would have consigned this texter to hell months ago.
Cool.
And, Dan.
How do you find all this amazing stuff? Do you have really good shrooms or sumpin’?
nishi:
For teh purty woman-hating goodness, you just gotta love you some Lyle Lovett:
The preacher asked her
And she said I do
The preacher asked me
And she said yes he does too
And the preacher said
I pronounce you 99 to life
Son she’s no lady she’s your wife
And I can’t remember
How I met her
Seems like she’s always just been hanging here off my right arm
And I can’t remember
How I ever
Thought that I just couldn’t live without a woman’s charm
…or maybe some Shooter Jennings, my new Ipod fave:
Well you moved out of my apartment, and you moved out of my old town,
And my life has remained so lonely since you aint been around,
And to think how far I’ve traveled just to see you one more time,
But if that’s how you say hello,
Well, you can kiss my ass goodbye.
So let your hair down, get outta that skirt,
Ah, but leave them high heels on,
I’ll be in the back of my black Cadillac,
When Jesus finally comes to call his children home.
Pattern?
What pattern? I don’t see a pattern.
Some of it gets forwarded to me, TLD, and other stuff I find through StumbleUpon.
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