The cow gives a good pail of milk and then kicks it over.
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The cow gives good milk, but kicks over the pail.
Kicks After Six
Music :francis buchholz, jim vallance
Lyrics:herman rarebell, klaus meine, jim vallance
Another morning, such as ordinary day
Shes doin time from nine to five
The hours waste away
Theres no escape, shes a part of the bog machine
Shes a slave to the suit and tie
Seven days a week
But every night
She can hardly wait
It feels alright
To give it all away
Good girls get their kicks after six
Good girls get their kicks after six
(she needs it bad, real real bad)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make a good girl bad
She gets her kicks after six
Some days its hard to face the cruel reality
Just waitin for the bell to ring
She wants to be free
It feels so good to start another endless night
She spreads her wings for another flight
Shes running wild
But every night
She can hardly wait
It feels alright
To give it all away
Good girls get their kicks after six
(she needs it bad, real real bad)
Good girls get their kicks after six
(ooh yeah shake it for me baby)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make a good girl bad
She gets her kicks after six
Good girls get their kicks after six
(she needs it bad, real real bad)
Good girls get their kicks after six
(ooh yeah nothins gonna stop her)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make a good girl bad
She gets her kicks after six
Good girls get their kicks after six
(she needs it bad, real real bad)
Good girls get their kicks after six
(cmon baby take it to the limit)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make a good girl bad
She gets her kicks after six
song performed by by Scorpions
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What can you do with a good cow that gives a lot of milk and then kicks the bucket over?
Get Your Kicks
You people love our country
And music in your soul
Come on and join our army
'Cause we're fightin' for rock 'n roll
Now that it's around
You know it's got to, got to stay
You've got to raise your flag high
There's a riot in the wings today (oo, oo yeah)
Come on and get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
We've been waitin' a long time
To get together with you
A message to the nation
Our time is long overdue
But now that we're around
You know we've got to, got to stay
You've got to raise your flag high
There's a riot in the wings today (ma, ma, ma yeah)
Come on and get get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
Seems like a long time
Must be a short time
Ain't gonna wait forever
Got myself a ticket going your direction
Ooo here I come
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on, everybody, get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on, everybody, get your kicks
Keep on rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Everybody get your kicks
Just keep on rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Everybody get your kicks (come on)
Get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody, get your kicks (yeah come on)
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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The Milkmaid's Song
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn,
Turn by the dale, my Harry!
Fill pail, fill pail,
He has turned by the dale,
And there by the stile waits Harry.
Fill, fill,
Fill, pail, fill,
For there by the stile waits Harry!
The world may go round, the world may stand still
But I can milk and marry,
Fill pail,
I can milk and marry.
Wheugh, wheugh!
O, if we two
Stood down there now by the water,
I know who'd carry me over the ford
As brave as a soldier, as proud as a lord,
Though I don't live over the water.
Wheugh, wheugh! he's whistling through,
He's whistling 'The Farmer's Daugher.'
Give down, give down,
My crumpled brown!
He shall not take the road to the town,
For I'll meet him beyond the water.
Give down, give down,
My crumpled brown!
And send me to my Harry.
The folk o' towns
May have silken gowns,
But I can milk and marry,
Fill pail,
I can milk and marry.
Wheugh, wheugh! he has whistled through
He has whistled through the water.
Fill, fill, with a will, a will,
For he's whistled through the water,
And he's whistling down
The way to the town,
And it's not 'The Farmer's Daughter!'
Churr, churr! goes the cockchafer,
The sun sets over the water,
Churr, churr! goes the cockchafer,
I'm too late for my Harry!
And, O, if he goes a-soldiering,
The cows they may low, the bells they may ring,
But I'll neither milk nor marry,
Fill pail,
Neither milk nor marry.
My brow beats on thy flank, Fill pail,
Give down, good wench, give down!
I know the primrose bank, Fill pail,
Between him and the town.
Give down, good wench, give down, Fill pail,
And he shall not reach the town!
Strain, strain! he's whistling again,
He's nearer by half a mile.
More, more! O, never before
Were you such a weary while!
Fill, fill! he's crossed the hill,
I can see him down by the stile,
He's passed the hay, he's coming this way,
He's coming to me, my Harry!
Give silken gowns to the folk o' towns,
He's coming to me, my Harry!
That she walks to-night with Harry!
Come late, come soon, come sun, come moon,
O, I can milk and marry,
Fill pail,
I can milk and marry.
Wheugh, wheugh! he has whistled through,
My Harry! my lad! my lover!
Set the sun and fall the dew,
Heigh-ho, merry world, what's to do
That you're smiling over and over?
Upon the hill and down in the dale,
And along the tree-tops over the vale
Shining over and over,
Low in the grass and high on the bough,
Shining over and over,
O world, have you ever a lover!
You were so dull and cold just now,
O world, have you ever a lover?
I could not see a leaf on the tree,
And now I could count them, one, two, three,
Count them over and over,
Leaf from leaf like lips apart,
Like lips apart for a lover.
And the hillside beats with my beating heart,
And the apple-tree blushes all over,
And the May bough touched me and made me start,
And the wind breathes warm like a lover.
Pull, pull! and the pail is full,
And milking's done and over,
Who would not sit here under the tree?
What a fair fair thing's a green field to see!
Brim, brim, to the rim, ah me!
I have set my pail on the daisies!
It seems so light, - can the sun be set?
The dews must be heavy, my cheeks are wet.
I could cry to have hurt the daisies!
Harry is near, Harry is near,
My heart's as sick as if he were here,
My lips are burning, my cheeks are wet,
He hasn't uttered a word as yet,
But the air's astir with his praises.
My Harry!
The air's astir with your praises.
He has scaled the rock by the pixy's stone,
He's among the kingcups, - he picks me one,
I love the grass that I tread upon
When I go to my Harry!
He has jumped the brook, he has climbed the knowe,
There's never a faster foot I know,
But still he seems to tarry.
O Harry! On Harry! my love, my pride,
My heart is leaping, my arms are wide!
Roll up, roll up, you dull hillside,
Roll up, and bring my Harry!
They may talk of glory over the sea,
But Harry's alive, and Harry's for me,
My love, my lad, my Harry!
Come spring, come winter, come sun, come snow,
What cares Dolly, whether or no,
While I can milk and marry?
Right or wrong, and wrong or right,
Quarrel who quarrel, and fight who fight,
But I'll bring my pail home every night
To love, and home, and Harry!
We'll drink our can, we'll eat our cake,
There's beer in the barrel, there's bread in the bake,
The world may sleep, the world may wake,
But I shall milk and marry,
And marry,
I shall milk and marry.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Of what use is it that the cow gives plenty of milk, if she upset the pail.
You can only milk a cow so long, then you're left holding the pail.
quote by Hank Aaron
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Lovers.com
Lonely hearts from London to Bombay
You never need for gas on this highway
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Capricorns and Libras and Virgos
From Illinois Vienna and Rio
The search is always on
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
Single girls from desert to seaside
They hitch a ride each night on the worldwide
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Married men tonight while she's sleeping
Logging on and virtually cheating
The search is always on
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
Lonely hearts from Vegas to Marseilles
You never need for gas on this highway
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66
If you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way, take the highway that's the best
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
It winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Now you go through Saint Looey
Joplin, Missouri
And Oklahoma City looks mi-ighty pretty
You'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino
Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Won't you get hip to this ti-imely tip
When you make a-that California trip
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Bit News
Donkey milk
Is...
Good for health...
This thinking for
South indian poeple's...
So...
New born baby
Given for donkey's milk...
I also drink for
Donkey milk at childhood...
My gran mother told for me...!
Donkey milk is for
Only at donkey...
But...
People idea is...
Donkey's milk is how is
Help full for human health...?
I don't no...!
Miss or mrs univers
Celeo patra also
Take bath for
Donkey's milk...
For his beauty...
It history bit news
How much true
I don't no...!
You know...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Maids.
Yesterday I saw an old fashion milk maid
coming out of the cowshed she carried
a pail of milk in her left arm, the grip so
firm fingers used to squeezing cows long
teats twice a day… and she was followed
by five cats with erect tails….
She is the last of a vanishing group of stout
women who smell of cream and honey.
She had an open freckled face and sunlight
danced on her Monroe lips; too late now
for me, milking machines quite obscene,
a Fata Morgana? When I blinked she vanished.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Kicks
You thought you found the answer on that magic carpet ride last night,
But, when you wake up in the morning, the world still gets you uptight,
Well, theres nothing that you aint tried
To fill the emptiness inside,
But, when you come back down, you still aint feeling right.
It seems like kicks just keep getting harder to find,
All your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind,
Before you find out its too late,
Youd better get straight,
But, not with kicks, you just need help now.
You think youre gonna find yourself a little piece of paradise,
But, it aint happened yet, so now youd better think twice,
Dont you see, no matter what you do,
Youll never run away from you
If you keep on running, youll have to pay the price.
Dont it seem like, kicks just keep getting harder to find,
All your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind,
Before you find out its too late,
Youd better get straight,
But, not with kicks.
To help you face the world each day,
That road goes nowhere,
Im gonna help you find yourself another way.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
You dont need kicks, now,
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
You just need help, now,
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Youd better, youd better, youd better.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
You dont need kicks, now,
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
You just need help, now,
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Youd better, youd better, youd better.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Fade out...
song performed by by Monkees
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Massage Baby
I lay stomach-up
pregnant
and he,
applied ever so slowly
massage oil evenly.
And I talked to the baby
'You know who that is?
That is your daddy.
He is such a nice man
he gives mommy all the massages she wants.'
He said
'That's right. I give mommy all of the massages she wants
and she feels so good
you can probably feel it all the way inside there.'
'Oh my God' I said,
I think he kicked! '
He said
'Well he was probably
trying to get some sleep
and we are here keeping him awake.'
'You know I said.
I'm glad I married you.'
He said,
'No I'm just another trophy-husband;
you married me for my good looks
and if you didn't
now is a good time to lie.'
What do You think junior?
One kick for yes;
two kicks for no.'
'Oh Oh.' she said
'two kicks! '
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Fetching Water
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Everyone today has forgotten
what it’s like to haul water in a pail.
Every house must have a Jacuzzi,
and a big swimming pool, as well.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
And our homes must have a green lawn
to keep it looking really good!
The water we waste on that green grass
could be used by the farmer to grow food.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Don’t waste all of that precious water.
We have worked too hard to bring it here.
We can’t live without that precious water
let’s be thankful that it is so near.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Don’t be taking the water from the farmer
without it his crops will never grow.
All of life depends upon the water
Don’t take it for granted anymore.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
poem by Emma Beverage
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Route 66
(word & lyrics by bobby troup)
This lyrics are like performed by natalie cole
If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway that is best.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
It winds from chicago to la,
More than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Now you go through saint looey
Joplin, missouri,
And oklahoma city is mighty pretty.
You see amarillo,
Gallup, new mexico,
Flagstaff, arizona.
Dont forget winona,
Kingman, barstow, san bernandino.
Wont you get hip to this timely tip:
When you make that california trip
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Solo
Wont you get hip to this timely tip:
When you make that california trip
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Kicks
Hey man, whats your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, whats your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, whats your style
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, whats your style
I aint jealous of the way youre living
I aint jealous of the way youre living
When you cut that dude with just a little mania
You did it so, ... ah
When the blood comma down his neck ...
Dont you know it was better than sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
And then you just get somebody to
To now, now, come on to you
And then you kill em, yeah
You kill em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
Im getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey man, whats your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, whats your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, whats your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, whats your style
I aint jealous of the way youre living
Aint jealous of, now, now, the way youre living
Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to came, come on to you, then
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
Im getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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His Depth
when the rope with a pail was lowered
to get some water
there was none, and the
rope was only about two meters long
what was loud was the
echo of the pail banging
the muddy bottom
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Milk And Cookies
R.E.M.---Milk Cookies
[...Heavy applause.]
ANDY: Since you've all been such good boys and girls,
I would like to take everybody in this entire
audience out for milk and cookies! There are
busses outside! Everybody, follow me!!!
...
Don't worry, folks! There's enough milk and
cookies for everyone!
[Instrumental]
song performed by by REM
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