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Mony Mony 'Live'
Here she come down, say "Mony, Mony"
Well, shoot 'em down, turn around, come home, honey
Hey!, she gimme love an' I feel alright now
Everybody! You got me tossin' turnin' in the night, make me
feel alright
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Well you make me feel Mony, Mony
So Mony, Mony
Good Mony, Mony
Yeah! Mony, Mony
So good! Mony, Mony
Oh, yeah! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
All right, baby! Mony, Mony
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Break 'dis, shake 'dis, Mony, Mony
Shot gun, get it done, come on, honey
Don't stop cookin', it feels so good, yeah
Hey! Well don't stop now, hey, come on Mony, well come on,
Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Well you make me feel Mony, Mony
So Mony, Mony
Good Mony, Mony
Yeah! Mony, Mony
So good! Mony, Mony
Oh, yeah! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
All right, baby! Mony, Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Braid Claith
Ye wha are fain to hae your name
Wrote in the bonny book of fame,
Let merit nae pretension claim
To laurel'd wreath,
But hap ye weel, baith back and wame,
In gude Braid Claith.
He that some ells o' this may fa,
An' slae-black hat on pow like snaw,
Bids bauld to bear the gree awa',
Wi' a' this graith,
Whan bienly clad wi' shell fu' braw
O' gude Braid Claith.
Waesuck for him wha has na fek o't!
For he's a gowk they're sure to geck at,
A chiel that ne'er will be respekit
While he draws breath,
Till his four quarters are bedeckit
Wi' gude Braid Claith.
On Sabbath-days the barber spark,
When he has done wi' scrapin wark,
Wi' siller broachie in his sark,
Gangs trigly, faith!
Or to the meadow, or the park,
In gude Braid Claith.
Weel might ye trow, to see them there,
That they to shave your haffits bare,
Or curl an' sleek a pickly hair,
Wou'd be right laith,
Whan pacing wi' a gawsy air
In gude Braid Claith.
If only mettl'd stirrah green
For favour frae a lady's ein,
He maunna care for being seen
Before he sheath
His body in a scabbard clean
O' gude Braid Claith.
For, gin he come wi' coat threadbare,
A feg for him she winna care,
But crook her bonny mou' fu' sair,
And scald him baith.
Wooers shou'd ay their travel spare
Without Braid Claith.
Braid Claith lends fock an unco heese,
Makes mony kail-worms butterflies,
Gies mony a doctor his degrees
For little skaith:
In short, you may be what you please
Wi' gude Braid Claith.
For thof ye had as wise a snout on
As Shakespeare or Sir Isaac Newton,
Your judgment fouk wou'd hae a doubt on,
I'll tak my aith,
Till they cou'd see ye wi' a suit on
O' gude Braid Claith.
poem by Robert Fergusson
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Mony aunts, mony emes, mony kin, but few friends.
When you're the youngest and the only boy, you get spoilt but you get told you're spoilt so you don't get to enjoy it very much. I was the only man in the house because my parents divorced and my dad moved away when I was 13.
quote by Eddie Marsan
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Will He No Come Back Again?
Royal Charlie's now awa,
Safely owre the friendly main;
Mony a heart will break in twa,
Should he ne'er come back again.
Will you no come back again?
Will you no come back again?
Better lo'ed you'll never be,
And will you no come back again?
Mony a traitor 'mang the isles
Brak the band o' nature's law;
Mony a traitor, wi' his wiles,
Sought to wear his life awa.
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
The hills he trode were a' his ain,
And bed beneath the birken tree;
The bush that hid him on the plain,
There's none on earth can claim but he.
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
Whene'er I hear the blackbird sing,
Unto the e'ening sinking down,
Or merl that makes the woods to ring,
To me they hae nae ither soun',
Than, Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
Mony a gallant sodger fought,
Mony a gallant chief did fa';
Death itself were dearly bought,
A' for Scotland's king and law.
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
Sweet the lav'rock's note and lang,
Lilting wildly up the glen;
And aye the o'erword o' the sang
Is "Will he no come back again?"
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
Will He No Come Back Again?
Royal Charlie's now awa,
Safely owre the friendly main;
Mony a heart will break in twa,
Should he ne'er come back again.
Will you no come back again?
Will you no come back again?
Better lo'ed you'll never be,
And will you no come back again?
Mony a traitor 'mang the isles
Brak the band o' nature's law;
Mony a traitor, wi' his wiles,
Sought to wear his life awa.
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
The hills he trode were a' his ain,
And bed beneath the birken tree;
The bush that hid him on the plain,
There's none on earth can claim but he.
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
Whene'er I hear the blackbird sing,
Unto the e'ening sinking down,
Or merl that makes the woods to ring,
To me they hae nae ither soun',
Than, Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
Mony a gallant sodger fought,
Mony a gallant chief did fa';
Death itself were dearly bought,
A' for Scotland's king and law.
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
Sweet the lav'rock's note and lang,
Lilting wildly up the glen;
And aye the o'erword o' the sang
Is "Will he no come back again?"
Will he no come back again?
Will he no come back again?
Better lo'ed he'll never be,
And will he no come back again?
poem by Anonymous Americas
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The victim of pleasure
Talk to men only about business.
Don’t be close to men.
Let no man to be too kind to you.
Thus said my aunts and uncles
In good faith that I am not spoilt.
If I did, my pleasure would be spoilt.
Let me be the victim of pleasure.
25.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Living in a Fairy Tale
Living in a fairy
tale....
Oh, how I wish my
life could be like that.
How I want a
ending like happily
ever after...
Living in a castle with
my prince...
Having a magic
mirror...
That talks to you.
Seeing ogres in the
swamp....it is not
a pretty sight.
But oh well....
Oh...how I wish
I was living in a
fairy tale.
There would be no
rules...no parents
telling you what to
do...
Doing whatever you
want...
And life would be
LOVELY!
How I wish I was
living in a fairy tale!
poem by Lisa Parks
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FootPrints In The Sand
footprints in the sand
heading that way as it
leads away it leaves a
tale.
a tale of pain a tale of sorrow
a tale of hurt a tale to be told
whispir in my ear a tale of a
new generation
a generation of determination
where love is an everyday thing
and not as rare as a blue moon
so foot prints in the sand
your tale was heard as it hit
the nation pure like solid gold
so though your mist wash away
your tale live on till today
poem by Robert Roberts
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Fish Tale
Everytime he told the tale,
The fish would grow some more.
He would repeat it without fail,
Till he got to be a boor.
It started as a Blue gill,
At the end it was a whale.
No he could never get his fill,
Of telling his fish tale.
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poem by Juan Olivarez
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Fairy Tale High
On a fairy tale high
Don't you believe that your dreams all come true
The fairy tale world inside can bring it to you
You just have to wish, and you'll take off and fly
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high
Just look around you, the dark clouds are far
Stand on your tiptoes, and reach for a star
As stardust comes sprinkling, it will brighten your eyes
On a fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high
Fairy tale high, fairy tale high, fairy tale high
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
On a fairy tale high, feeling higher and higher
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Full Monty Medley
Youve done it all, youve broken every code
And pulled the rebel to the floor
You spoilt the game, no matter what you say
For only metal - what a bore!
Blue eyes, blue eyes, how come you tell so many lies?
Come up and see me, make me smile
Or do what you want, run on wild
Come up and see me, make me smile
Or do what you want, run on wild
Mr tom jones!
Baby take off your coat (tell em tom!)
Real slow
Baby take off your shoes
Ill help you take off your shoes
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
Well, you can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Well, you can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Well, you can leave your hat on
Leave it on, leave it on,
Leave it on, leave it on,
Leave it on, leave it on,
Leave it on,
You can leave your hat on - yeah.
One two three
One two three yeah
You gotta know how to pony
Like mony baronie.
Mashed potato,
Do the alligator.
Put your hand on your hip,
Let your backbone slip.
Do the watusi
Like your aunt lucy.
Na na na na na...
You gotta know how to pony
Like mony baronie.
You gotta mashed potato,
You gotta alligator.
Put your hand on your hip,
Let your backbone slip.
Do the watusi
Like your aunt lucy.
Na na na na na...
Yes!
Sing it with us now!
Na na na na na...
Long tall sally
Jump back in that alley babe
Put your hand on your hip,
Let your backbone slip
song performed by by Tom Jones
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The Full Monty Medley
Youve done it all, youve broken every code
And pulled the rebel to the floor
You spoilt the game, no matter what you say
For only metal - what a bore!
Blue eyes, blue eyes, how come you tell so many lies?
Come up and see me, make me smile
Or do what you want, run on wild
Come up and see me, make me smile
Or do what you want, run on wild
Mr tom jones!
Baby take off your coat (tell em tom!)
Real slow
Baby take off your shoes
Ill help you take off your shoes
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
Well, you can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Well, you can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Well, you can leave your hat on
Leave it on, leave it on,
Leave it on, leave it on,
Leave it on, leave it on,
Leave it on,
You can leave your hat on - yeah.
One two three
One two three yeah
You gotta know how to pony
Like mony baronie.
Mashed potato,
Do the alligator.
Put your hand on your hip,
Let your backbone slip.
Do the watusi
Like your aunt lucy.
Na na na na na...
You gotta know how to pony
Like mony baronie.
You gotta mashed potato,
You gotta alligator.
Put your hand on your hip,
Let your backbone slip.
Do the watusi
Like your aunt lucy.
Na na na na na...
Yes!
Sing it with us now!
Na na na na na...
Long tall sally
Jump back in that alley babe
Put your hand on your hip,
Let your backbone slip
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Sibling Rivalry Little Sister Jealousy
Her mother said
she is easy
to upset lately
wont
take a photo
with Kayla...
Her father said
we were out late
they slept late
last night
you are busy
posing Kayla
then expect
Rachael to be an extra
in photos...
without making
her special
the spoilt centre
of attention
lol good luck
with that...
you need
to stop telling
her what
to do and hug her
take a little time with her
will be far easier
for you both...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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