Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on, EileenSir Mix-a-Lot - Baby Got Back

Come on Eileen

Dexy's Midnight Runners

Poor old Johnny Ray

Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.

Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.

Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.

Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye

and we can sing just like our fathers.

Come on thighleen,

I swear (well he means) At this moment you mean everything,

With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty

Ah come on thighleen.

These people round here wear beaten down eyes

Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is,

But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever.

Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye

thighleen I'll hum this tune forever.

Come on thighleen, I swear, well he means

Ah come on let's take off everything,

That pretty red dress thighleen (Tell him yes)

Ah come on let's, ah come on thighleen, please.

Baby Got BackSir Mix-a-Lotshoofle: "Oh, my, blog, becky, look at her SIDEBAR."

shoofle: "it's just so rounded corners and out there"

shoofle: (- Glench)

cow: i like big templates.

khmer: and i cannot lie, you web designers can't deny

khmer: that when a page renders well in xhtml and it validates as well you

get sprung

khmer: and you think about feeds cause you know machines could read

khmer: deep in semantic coding

khmer: other brothers' pages are still loading

khmer: oh, blogger, i make your layouts funky

khmer: with my greasemonkey

khmer: JS console tries to warn me, but that DOM you got makes

khmer: muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh

khmer: Firefox has encountered a problem and needs to close.

khmer: baby got hacked!