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Topic: The last person who posts here wins
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Clint Koch
Phenomenal Film Handler

Posts: 1435
From: San Luis Obispo, CA, USA
Registered: Feb 2002
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posted 11-07-2009 01:07 AM
Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger, he shoot coca-cola He say "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free Come together right now over me
He bag production, he got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker He got feet down below his knee Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease Come together right now over me
[Right! Come, oh, come, come, come.]
He roller-coaster, he got early warning He got muddy water, he one mojo filter He say "One and one and one is three" Got to be good-looking cos he's so hard to see Come together right now over me
Oh Come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah oh Come together Yeah come together
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Clint Koch
Phenomenal Film Handler

Posts: 1435
From: San Luis Obispo, CA, USA
Registered: Feb 2002
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posted 11-07-2009 05:01 PM
We come on the sloop John B. My grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam, Drinkin' all night Got into a fight Well, I feel so broke-up, I wanna go home.
So hoist up the John B. sail, See how the mainsail sets, Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home! I wanna go home!(yeah, yeah) Well, I feel so broke-up, I wanna go home!
The first mate, he got drunk, Broke in the Captain's trunk, The Constable had to come and take him away! Sheriff John Stone, Why don't you leave me alone? Well, I feel so broke-up, I wanna go home.
So, hoist up the John B. sail, See how the mainsails set, Call for the captain ashore, Let me go home, let me go home! I wanna go home, (let me go home) Why don't they let me go home? (hoist up the John B. sail) Well, I feel so broke-up, I wanna go home.
The poor cook, he caught the fits, Threw away all my grits, And then he took and he ate up all of my corn! Let me go home! Why don't they let me go home?
This is the worst trip I've ever been on! So hoist up the John B. sail, See how the mainsails set, Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home... I wanna go home....
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