Deviled eggs all on my plate
Ate three, things just don’t seem the same
Actin’ funny, but I don’t know why
’scuse me while I eat some pie
Deviled eggs all around
Don’t know if I can keep them down
Am I happy or in misery?
That damn paprika put a spell on me
Damn, woman
Them eggs fresh?
Oh, no, no
[sound of splashing]
Vomitin’
Talkin’ ’bout huggin the bowl
I’m talkin’ bad mayonnaise
If everbodys still around, find my keys, it’s
Comin’ out the other side
Somethings happening, somethings happening
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh,
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh, yeah!
Deviled eggs all in my eyes, uhh
What looks like peaches splashed on my thighs
You got me blowin’, blowin’ from both sides
Is it tomorrow, or is it just halftime?
Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, deviled eggs, yeah
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me
Deviled eggs, tell me, baby, tell me
I can’t go on like this
Deviled eggs
You’re makin’ me blow my lunch…mama
Deviled eggs, n-no, nooo
Deviled eggs, no, it’s painful, Jesus
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previous: Crosby, Still, Nash & Young, “Helpless”
’scuse me while I eat some pie
Perfect.
Of course, you realize you can sing the theme song of Green Acres to Purple Haze, right?
Green acres is the place to be
Farm living is the life for me
Land spreading out,
so far and wide
Keep Manhattan,
just give me that countryside…
I thought the line went “scuse me while I kiss this guy”.
n00b
Is it too soon to start the countdown to imanentize the armadillo eschaton?
‘Cause it’s a very long, late afternoon keeping office hours to deal with student questions one week before the students actually arrive on campus!
Why do you assume that a song about deviled eggs will be palatable to red staters?
What are you trying to imply, Jeff? Why not, say, caviar?
STEREOTYPIST!
As a red-stater, I object to the term “deviled” eggs. I prefer to call them “Jesus eggs”. Just so you know.
Um, does it mean something that both Hippie Songs for Red-Statersâ„¢ contain the word “thighs”?
TW: western – They’d be better if they were Country Western?
Whatever.
Where’s the armadillo?
And the lyrics to “Purple Haze” fit the tune of “Yellow Submarine” perfectly, as well.
Purple haze
is in my brain
Lately things
don’t seem the same…
heeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ::snortsnort::
And of course, you can sing “Purple Haze” to the tune of the theme from “Green Acres.”
If you want to.
Free country.
The little yodel on “Lately things don’t seem the same” is a hoot, though. So g’ahead. Sing it.
You’re making Purple Haze more palatable to every one. Pie, devilled eggs, paprika, peaches…mmm, peaches.
Hey what about that long forgotten Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young hit, “I think I OD’d in Ohio”
Deviled eggs & Bolton’s moustache commin,
Those red pills are blowin my mind.
Got me laughin so hard I’m cryin,
Best thing since Martha stopped doing time.
Gotta get down to it,
I just saw Elvis downtown,
Chased me out of the bus depot,
Red pills behind the sofa,
I’m really hallucinating right now,
Here comes Elvis,
I better go…….
Jeff, you’re getting pretty good at this.
Tim, you need practice.
It would appear that you have an acute case of Lyricosis. I suggest that you go to your nearest live music venue and drink heavily. Buenos Addidas. Semi comatose.
Hey, Jeff, can you do ‘Flight of the Bumblebee”?
Please.
“scuse me while I kiss these thighs…..”
Jeff Goldstein: he’s [AWESOME! – comment edited to turn lemons into lemonaide]
It’s spelled [AWESOME! with a capital AWE! Mmmmm. How I want to DO YOU, STUD!]
Holy shit you are weird.
[Why won’t you just notice me, Jeff? After all, I’m the brilliant one! You, you try to rhyme “plate” and “same”. THAT DOESN’T RHYME WELL! I mean, why do people read you when I’M SO MUCH FUCKING SMARTER THAN YOU? WHY? WHYYYYYYYY?]
(slightly edited)
[Oh, you notice me! YOU NOTICE ME REAL GOOD! But FYI? You’re aren’t brilliant or funny and you can’t rhyme, and all the people who come here are idiots just like YOU, BIG GUY.
Except for me, I mean. I’m alright.]
(comment edited because I can)