[TheDriver]

my only sunshine
you make me happy
when skys are grey
you'll never know dear
how much I love you
so please don't take my tokeup away

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[taco]

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful forum
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark secret night
And I think to myself what a wonderful forum

[modest moose]

This little post of mine,
Im guna let it shine,
This little post of mine,
Im guna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine,
let it shine.

[Silent Steve]

Here's a little post I wrote
you might want to read it note for note
don't worry; be happy
In every forum we have some trouble
but when you worry you make it double
don't worry; be happy

[daiseyduked]

Originally Posted by taco

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful forum
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark secret night
And I think to myself what a wonderful forum

i looove loooove loooooooove louis armstrong

[FilLaB0NGo7]

Little ditty about KO and TheBagman
Two American kids growin' up in the heartland
Dusty gonna be a football star
KO just masturbates in the backseat of his car

Suckin' on some kid who is 20 and lives with and off his parents in ABQ, NM, jacks it all day with his fleshlight, and goes by the name pube on an internet forum meat outside the KFC
KO sittin' on Crunk Jewz lap
He's got his hand between his knees
KO say, "Hey Da, let's run off
Behind a shady tree
Dribble off those Bobby Brooks
Let me do what I please."
And KO say

Oh yeah life goes on
Long after the thrill of postin' is gone
Oh yeah say life goes on
Long after the thrill of shoutin' is gone, they walk on

KO sits back reflects his thoughts for the moment
Scratches his head and does his best James Dean.
Well you know Dusty, we oughta run off to the city
He says "Baby, you ain't missin' nuth-in"

Little ditty about KO and TheBagman
Two American kids doin' the best they can

[Slutter McGee]

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

Sincerely,

Slutter McGee

[Mr Skinner]

Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
Shake Hands With Beef