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TUESDAY IS SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD DAY!


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At work, so no access to Youtube for links. Anyway, was in my living room getting ready for work, when I heard a car stereo from outside playing "Tuesday's Gone" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. At first I thought, "Cool". Then I thought, "It's 7:00 AM! How can Tuesday be gone already?" That's what is stuck in my head.

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Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess -- that's who!
Who never never starts an argument? (Hmmmm?)
Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right? (Yeah?)
Who'd never dream of starting a fight? (That's who!)
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one... but Donald Duck! (Yeah!)

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I will be brief because if I got started Actually Talking About This, I'd go on forever.

Women are my favorite band.

Today I discovered that they made a studio cut of their live version of Group Transport Hall (the album one is HEAVILY overdubbed and acoustic)

It was for a charity compilation that came out in January, and somehow no one told me it had came out. At least I found it anyways, I guess.

 

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This is like the best 80s wrestling show theme/bumper that never happened. Can WWE get the rights to this for Southpaw?

It was on a street so evil
So bad that even hell disowned it
Every single step was trouble
For the fool who stumbled on it
Eyes within the dark were watching
I felt the sudden chill of danger
Something told me keep on walking
Told me I should not have come there

Baby, 'cause you cut me like a knife
Without your love in my life
Alone I walk in the night
'Cause I just can't stop this feelin'
It's torture
It's torture
It's torture

She was up a stair to nowhere
A room forever I'll remember
She stared as though I should have known her
Tell me what's your pain or pleasure
Every little thing you find here
Is simply for the thrill you're after
Loneliness or hearts of fire
I am here to serve all masters

She said reality is a knife
When there's no love in your life
And merciful is the night
When you just can't stop this feeling
It's torture
It's torture
It's torture

And I still can't find the meaning, no no no
Of the face I keep on seeing
Was she real or am I dreaming

Did the sound of your name
Turn a wheel, start the flame in me

Baby, 'cause you cut me like a knife
Without your love in my life
Alone I walk in the night
And I just can't stop this feelin'
It's torture
It's torture
It's torture

She said reality is a knife
When there's no love in your life
And merciful is the night
When you just can't stop this feeling
It's torture
It's torture
It's torture

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Yo man, you gotta be, you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like dropping knowledge and writin' good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin' all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm sayin?
Oh, you talking about, kick some, uh, knowledge
Yeah, well you do that like right now
And some wisdom for the people
What's up with that?
Okay, I got it
 
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (What?)
She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back
Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk
Naked on a mountain top, tootin' on a flizoot
Ridin' on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot
She's got the wings and teeth of a African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it
(Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it)
Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
 
Your mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot
She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop
Your mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit
She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute
She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty
Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies
On a cliff butt naked, tootin' on a flute
Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whisky out a boot
She's got the teeth and the wings of a African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Your mama got the wooden legs with real feet
(Your mama got the wooden legs with real feet) 
I said your mama got the wooden legs with real feet 
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
 
Watch out, I'm thinkin' about your mother to a funky beat
I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek
I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium
Way back in September
'Cause you was beatboxin' for Lou Rawls
In some bright red boxer drawers
You said ya moms was pretty and young
But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue
Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut
And I saw her ridin' a horse drinkin' whisky out a boot
She's got the wings and teeth of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that
Your mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand
(Your mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand)
I said your mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
 
Aww, ya mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
And her skates went flat, I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
'Cause that would blow me 'round the world in a day
We drove to the drive-in and she didn't have to pay
Because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet
Naked on a mountain top tootin' on a flizoot
Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whisky out a bizoot
With the wings and the teeth of an African bat, ba-aa-aa-at
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Your mama's got an Afro, with a chin strap
(Your mama's got an Afro, with a chin strap)
I said your mama's got an Afro, with a chin strap
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
 
Your mama got snake skin teeth
Your mama wears coat hangers for earrings, dude she looks like
Your mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Your mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga
Your mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back
(You're a sellout) Your mama's a sellout nigga your mama
Nigga your mama did a pop tune nigga
Your mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map
And see people wavin' at her
Your mother got an Ouija board on her back
Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin'
His mother be hooked, fishin' with a hook and reel at the frozen food section
Tre's mama got Playdough teeth
Your mother be eatin' Daytons like Now and Laters and shit
Your mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit
Your mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
It just looks like she's just gliding across the floor
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I probably hadn't heard this song in 10 years before today.  Dunno why it got stuck in my head when I was getting ready to leave for work.  Maybe extreme lack of sleep.  Got in my truck, and honest to God it was the first thing that came on the radio.  Way my day is going, I figure that'll turn out to be the highlight.

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