As is the rule with this blog, my primary reason for doing this is because I was just having a jolly confab about this very subject in which I dug up some pretty decent answers, and I figured I'd forget them by this evening if I didn't write them down somewhere. And seeing as how I am already drowning under a Kilimanjaro of notes right now (none of which I seem to be able to get into any sort of order) I couldn't think of a better place than right here on the Amnesiac Thingamajig.
So, without further ado, here are my initial public offerings:
WORST LYRIC OF ALL TIME:
My diamonds are reckless
Feels like a midget is hangin' from my necklace.
- Ludakris, Stand Up
BEST LYRIC OF ALL TIME:
I said, do you speak-a my language?
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.
- Men At Work, Down Under
BONUS LYRIC:
We dont wipe our asses on Old Glory,
God and Lone Star beer are things we trust.
We keep our women virgins till they're married
So hosin' sheep is good enough for us.
- Kinky Friedman, Asshole from El Paso
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