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Song texts from TV shows (like basically Simpsons and South Park)
Homer: You could close down Moe's or the Kwik-E-Mart
And nobody would care
But the heart and soul of Springfield's in
Our Maison Derriere!
Belle: We're the sauce on your steak,
We're the cheese in your cake
We put the spring in Springfield
Girl 1:We're the lace on the nightgown
Girl 2: The point after touchdown
Girls: Yes, we put the spring in Springfield
Belle: We're that little extra spice
that makes existence extra nice
A giddy little thrill
at a reasonable price
Rev. Lovejoy: Our only major quarrel's
with your total lack of morals
Girl: Our skimpy costumes ain't so bad
Girls: They seemed to entertain your dad!
Girls: The gin in your martini
The clams on your linguine
Yes, we keep the (boing) in Springfield
Krusty, Wiggum, and Skinner: We remember our first visit
Mayor Quimby: The service was exquisite
Mrs. Quimby: Why, Joseph, I had no idea!
Mayor Quimby: Come on, now, you were working here!
Grandpa and Jasper: Without it, we'd have had no fun
Since March of 1961!
Bart: To shut them down now would be twisted
Dolph, Kearney, and Jimbo: We just heard this place existed...
Girls: We're the highlights in your hairdo
Apu: The extra arms on Vishnu
Girls: So don't take the (boing)...
Men: We won't take the...
Girls: Yes, let's keep the (bang) in Springfield.
Come gather 'round, children,
It's high time ye learned
'bout a hero named Homer
and a devil named Burns
We'll march till we drop,
the girls and the fellas
We'll fight till the death
or else fold like umbrellas
So we'll march day and night
by the big cooling tower
They have the plant,
but we have the power.
Baby on board
How I've adored
That sign on my car's window pane
Bounce in my step
Loaded with pep
'Casue I'm riding in the carpool lane
Call me a square
Friend, I don't care
That little yellow sign can't be ignored
I'm telling you, it's mighty nice
Each trip's a trip to paradise
With my baby on board
Can you name the truck with four-wheel drive,
Smells like a steak and seats thirty-five?
Canyonero... Canyonero
Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down
The country-fried truck endorsed by a clown
Canyonero... Canyonero
Twelve yeards long, two lanes wide
Sixty-five tons of American pride
Canyonero... Canyonero
Top of the line in utility sports
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts
Canyonero... Canyonero
She blinds everybody with her super-high beams
She's a squirrel-squashin', deer-smackin' drivin' machine
Canyonero... Canyonero!...
Hya!... Hya, Canyonero... Whoa, Canyonero!...
Ape: Help, the human's about to escape!
Troy McClure: Get your paws of me, you dirty ape!
Apes: He can talk, he can talk, he can talk, he can talk...
McClure: I can siiiiiing!
Ape-woman: Ooh, help me, Dr. Zaius!
Chorus: Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius... Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius... Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius... Ohhh, Dr. Zaius
McClure: What's wrong with me?
Dr. Zaius: I think your crazy.
McClure: Want a second opinion!
Dr. Zaius: You're also lazy.
McClure: Can I play the piano anymore?
Dr. Zaius: Of course, you can.
McClure: Well, I couldn't before.
Chorus: Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius... Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius... Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius... Ohhh, Dr. Zaius
Michael Jackson: Lisa, it's your birthday
God bless you this day
You gave me the gift of a little sister
and I'm proud of you today
Michael and Bart: Lisa, it's your birthday
Happy birthday, Lisa
Lisa, it's your birthday
Happy birthday, Lisa
Michael: I wish you love and goodwill
I wish you peace a joy
Bart: I wish you better than your heart desires
Michael: And your first kiss from a boy
Michael and Bart: Lisa, it's your birthday
Happy birthday, Lisa
Lisa, it's your birthday
Happy birthday, Lisa
We are the mediocre presidents
You won't find our faces on dollars or on cents!
There's Taylor, there's Tyler, there's Fillmore, and there's Hayes
There's William Henry Harrison, "I died in thirty days!"
We are the adequate, forgettable,
occasionally regrettable
caretaker presidents of the U…S…A!
Apu: Whether igloo, hut, or lean-to, or a geodesic dome,
there's no structure I have been to that I'd rather call my home...
When I first arrived you were all such jerks
But now I've come to love your quirks
Maggie with her eyes so bright
Marge with hair by Frank Lloyd Wright
Lisa can philosophize
Bart's adept at spinning lies
Homer's a delightful fella
Sorry 'bout the salmonella
Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?
Now here's the tricky part:
Oh, won't you rhyme with me...
Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?
Marge: Their-floors-are-sticky-mart
Lisa: They-made-that-sick-e-mart
Bart: Let's-hurl-a-brick-e-mart
Homer: The Kwik-E-Mart is real...d'oh!
All: Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?
Apu: Not me!...
Simpsons: Forget the Kwik-E-Mart
Good-bye to Kwik-E-Mart
Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?
Apu: Not me!
In the Garden of Eden, honey
Don't you know that I love you
In the Garden of Eden, baby
Don't you know that I'll always be true
Oh, won't you come with me
and take my hand?
Oh, won't you come with me
and walk this land
When the Jazzman's testifying
a faithless man believes
He can sing you into paradise
or bring you to your knees
Jazzman, take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play
Jazzman... oh, Jazzman...
Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty
By the shores of Big Snake Lake
Though your swings are rusty,
we know they'll never break
From your gleaming mess hall
to your hallowed baseball field
to your spic-and-span infirmary
where all our wounds are healed
Hail to thee, Kamp Krusty
Below mount avalanche
We will always love Kamp Krusty
A registered trademark of the Krusty Corporation
All rights reserved!
Lyle Lanley: Well, sir, there's nothing on Earth like a genuine, bona fide, electrified, six-car monorail!
What'd I say?
Ned Flanders: Monorail!
Lanley: What's it called?
Patty or Selma: Monorail.
Lanley: That's right! Monorail!
Townspeople: Monorail... Monorail... Monorail...
Maude Flanders: I hear those things are awfully loud.
Lanley: It glides as softly as a cloud.
Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend?
Lanley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Lanley: You'll be given cushy jobs.
Grandpa: Were you sent here by the devil?
Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level.
Chief Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can.
Lanley: Take my pen-knife, my good man.
I swear it's Springfield's only choice
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
Town: Monorail!...
Lanley: What's it called?
Town: Monorail!...
Lanley: Once again.
Town: Monorail!...
Marge: Main street's still all cracked and broken.
Bart. Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken.
Town: Monorail!... Monorail!... Monorail!... Monorail!
Homer: Mono—d'oh!
O, Whacking Day, O Whacking Day
Our hallowed snake-skull-cracking day
We'll break their backs, gouge out their eyes
Their evil hearts, we'll pulverize
O Whacking Day, O Whacking Day
May God bestow his grace on thee.
Lisa: If you wish to be our sitter
Please be sweet and never bitter
Help us with math and book reports
Bart: Might I add: eat my shorts
Lisa: If Maggie's fussy, don't avoid her
Bart: let me get away with moider
Lisa: Teach us songs and magic tricks
Homer: Might I add: no fat chicks
Lisa: The nanny we want is kindly and sage
Homer: And one who will work for minimum wage
Lisa: Hurry, nanny, things are grim
Grandpa: I'll do it!
Bart and Lisa: Anyone but him!
Shary Bobbins: If there's a task that must be done,
Don't turn your tail and run
Don't pout
Don't sob
Just do a half-assed job...
If...you...cut every corner, it is really not so bad
Everybody does it, even Mom and Dad
If nobody sees it, then nobody gets mad.
Bart: It's the American way!
Shary Bobbins: The policeman on the beat
Needs some time to rest his feet.
Chief Wiggum: Fighting crime is not my cup of tea.
Shary Bobbins: And the clerk who runs the store
can charge a little more
for meat...
Apu: For meat...
Shary Bobbins: And milk...
Apu: And milk...
Both: From 1984...
Shary Bobbins: If you cut every corner, you'll have more time for play
Simpsons: It's the American way!...
There was a little Spanish flea
A record star he thought he'd be
He thought of singers like Beatles and Chipmunks he'd seen on TV
Why not a little Spanish flea?
Bart and Milhouse: Springfield, Springfield
It's a hell of a town
The schoolyard's up and the shopping mall's down
The stray dogs go to the animal pound
Bart: Springfield, Springfield
Milhouse: Springfield, Springfield
Sailor: New York, New York
Bart: New York is thataway, man!
Sailor: Thanks, kid!
Bart and Milhouse: It's a hell of a town!
Homer: ...the way the Bee Gees played
Marge: Movies John Travolta made
Homer: Guessing how much Elvis weighed
Both: Those were the days
Marge: And you knew where you were then
Homer: Watching shows like "Gentle Ben"
Both: Mister, we could use a man like Sheriff Lobo again
Homer: Disco Duck and Fleetwood Mac
Marge: Coming out of my eight track
Both: Michael Jackson still was black
Those were the days
Homer: Bart was feeling mighty blue
Marge: It's a shame what school can do
Apu: For no reason, here's Apu
All: Those were the days!
Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows
Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when
we're together
Brighter than a lucky penny
When you're near the
rain clouds disappear, dear
and I feel so fine...
Who controls the British Crown?
Who keeps the metric system down?
We do... We do...
Who keeps Atlantis off the maps?
Who keeps the Martians under wraps?
We do... We do...
Who holds back the electric car?
Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star?
We do... We do...
Who robs cave fish of their sight?
Who rigs every Oscar night?
We do... We do!...
When I was seventeen
I drank some very good beer
I drank some very good beer I purchased
with a fake I.D.
My name was Brian McGee
I stayed up listening to Queen
When I was seventeen.
Shary Bobbins: In front of a tavern, flat on his face
A boozehound named Barney is pleading his case
Barney: Buy me a beer, two bucks a glass
Come on, help me—I'm freezing my ass
Buy me a brandy
A snifter of wine
Who am I kidding?
I'll drink turpentine
Moe: Move it, ya drunk, or I'll blast your rear end
Barney: I found two bucks
Moe: Then come in, my friend
Shary Bobbins: And so let us leave on this heartwarming scene
Bart: Can I be a boozehound?
Homer: Not till you're fifteen.
It's that team of Jebediah Springfield
Whip them horses, let them wagons roll
That a people might embiggen America
That a man might embiggen his soul... His soul... His soul!...
Well, Kyle's mom's a bitch
She's a big, fat bitch
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
She's a stupid bitch if there ever was a bitch
She's a bitch to all the boys and girls
On Monday she's a bitch
On Tuesday she's a bitch
On Wednesday through Saturday she's a bitch
Then on Sunday, just to be different, she's a super, King Kong, mega-mega-biatch!
Come on, you all know the words!
Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom?
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
She's a mean, old bitch and she has stupid hair
She's a bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch, she's a stupid bitch
Kyle's mom's a bitch and she's just a dirty bitch
Talk to kids around the world, it might go a little bit something like this!
(Fake French, Chinese, Dutch, and Swahili, maybe)
Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom?
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
She's a mean, old bitch and she has stupid hair
She's a bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch, she's a stupid bitch
Kyle's mom's a bitch and she's just a dirty bitch
I really mean it, Kyle's mom...
She's a big, fat, stinkin' bitch!
Big old fucking fat bitch, Kyle's mom!...
Stan: What would Brian Boitano do if he was here right now?
He'd make a plan and he'd follow through
That's what Brian Boitano'd do
Kyle: When Brian Boitano was in the Olympics skating for the gold
He did two Salchows and a triple lutz while wearing a blindfold
Cartman: When Brian Boitano was in the Alps fighting grizzly bears
He used his magical fire breath and saved the maidens fair
All: So what would Brian Boitano do if he were here today?
I'm sure he'd kick an ass or two
That's what Brian Boitano'd do
Cartman: I want this V-chip out of me
It has stunted my vocabulary
Kyle: And I just want my mom to stop fighting everyone
Stan: For Wendy I'll be an activist, too
'cause that's what Brian Boitano would do
All: And what would Brian Boitano do? He'd call all the kids in town
And tell them to unite for truth
That's what Brian Boitano'd do
Stan and Kyle: When Brian Boitano traveled through time to the year 3010
He fought the evil robot king and saved the human race again
Cartman: And when Brian Boitano built the pyramids, he beat up Kublai Khan
All: 'Cause Brian Boitano doesn't take shit from anybody...
So let's get all the kids together and unite to stop our moms
And we'll save Terrance and Philip too
'cause that's what Brian Boitano'd do
And we'll save Terrance and Philip too
'cause that's what Brian Boitano'd do...
'Cause that's what Brian Boitano'd do!
Mrs. Broflofski: Times have changed
our kids are getting worse
they won't obey their parents,
they just want to fart and curse.
Mrs. Cartman: Should we blame the government?
Mrs. Marsh: Or blame society?
Men: Or should we blame the images on TV?
Mrs. Broflofski: No! Blame Canada!
All: Blame Canada!
Mrs. Broflofski: With all their beady little eyes
and flappin' heads so full of lies
All: Blame Canada! Blame Canada!
Mrs. Broflofski: We need to form a full assault
All: It's Canada's fault!
Mrs. Marsh: Don't blame me
for my son Stan
He saw the darned cartoon
and now he's off to join the Klan.
Mrs. Cartman: And boy Eric
once had my picture on his shelf
But now when I see him he tells me to fuck myself.
Mrs. Broflofski: Well? Blame Canada!
All: Blame Canada!
Mrs. Broflofski: It seems that everything's gone wrong
since Canada came along
All: Blame Canada! Blame Canada!
Mr. Marsh: They're not even a real country anyway.
Mrs. McCormick: My son could have been a doctor
or a lawyer, it's true
Instead he burned up like a piggy on a barbecue.
Men: Should we blame the matches?
Should we blame the fire?
Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?
Mrs. Broflofski: Heck, no! Blame Canada!
With their hockey hullaballoo
Mrs. Cartman: And that bitch Ann Murray, too
All: Blame Canada! Shame on Canada!
Woke up in the morning,
put on my new plastic glove
Served some reheated Salisbury steak
with a little slice of love
I got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of
Just know everything's doing fine down here in...
Lunchlady Land
Well, I wear this net on my head
'cause my red hair is falling out
I wear these brown orthopedic shoes
'cause I got a bad case of the gout
I know you want seconds on the corn dogs
but there's not reason to shout
Everybody gets enough food down here in the magical...
Lunchlady Land
Well, yesterday's meatloaf is today's sloppy joes
and my breath wreaks of tuna
and there's lots of black hairs coming out of my nose
Aww, hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders
Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans, navy beans
Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders
Navy beans, navy beans, meatloaf sandwich...
Sloppy joe, slop-sloppy joe, yeah
Sloppy joe, slop-sloppy joe, hoo-yeah!
Sloppy joe, slop-sloppy joe, yeah
Sloppy joe, slop-sloppy joe
Well, I dreamt one morning that I woke up to see
all the pepperoni pizza was looking at me
It screamed, "Why do you burn me and serve me up cold?"
I said, "I got the spatula, just do what you're told."
Then the liver and onions started joining the fight
And the chocolate pudding pushed me with all its might
And the chop suey slapped me and it kicked me in the head
"It's called revenge, Lunchlady," said the garlic bread
I said, "What did I do to make you all so mad?"
"You got flabby arms and your breath is bad."
Then the green beans said, "You'd better run and hide."
But then my friend Sloppy Joe came and joined my side
He said, "If it wasn't for the Lunchlady, the kids wouldn't eat ya.
You should be shaking her hand and saying, 'Pleased to meet ya.'
She gives you a purpose and she gives you a role
You should be kissing her feet and kissing her mole."
Now all the angry foods just leave me alone
And we all lived together in a happy home, thanks to
Sloppy Joe, Slop-Sloppy Joe, yeah
Sloppy Joe, Slop-Sloppy Joe, hoo-yeah!
Sloppy Joe, Slop-Sloppy Joe, yeah
Sloppy Joe, Slop-Sloppy Joe
Well, me and Sloppy Joe got married
We got six kids and we're doing just fine
Down in Lunchlady Land...
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Great song and album titles
You Bought It, You Name It by Joe Walsh (my favorite)
“The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful” by Jimmy Buffett
“I Still Miss You, Baby, But My Aim’s Gettin’ Better”
“Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth ’Cause I’m Kissing You Goodbye”
“I Keep Forgettin’ I Forgot About You”
“If I Can’t Be Number One In Your Life, Then Number Two On You”
“I Liked You Better Before I Knew You So Well”
“Mama Get A Hammer (There’s A Fly On Papa’s Head)”
“My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend And I Sure Do Miss Him”
“You’re The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly”
“I’m So Miserable Without You, It’s Like Having You Here”
“If the Phone Don’t Ring, You’ll Know It’s Me”
“She’s Actin’ Single and I’m Drinkin’ Doubles”
“She’s Looking Better After Every Beer”
“I Haven’t Gone to Bed With Any Ugly Women But I’ve Sure Woke Up With Some”
“How Can I Miss You If You Won’t Go Away?”
“We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About” by Jimmy Buffett
So What by Joe Walsh
There Goes the Neighborhood by Joe Walsh
The Smoker You Drink, the Player You Get by Barnstorm
...But Seriously, Folks by Joe Walsh
Look What I Did! by Joe Walsh
“I Don’t Know Whether to Kill Myself or Go Bowling”
“All I Want From You (Is Away)”
“If You Leave Me, Can I Come Too?”
[Note: An Australian girl named Rai informed me that this actually “is an ‘Aussie’ Rock/Pop song, Not ‘Country.’” So there you go, Rai—you got on my site and the info was corrected.]
(All those country songs (except the last one which isn't country) without attribution I got from StrangeCosmos.com)