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Grease
Frankie valli - grease theme song
I solve my problems and I see the light
We got a lovin thing, we gotta feed it right
There aint no danger we can go to far
We start believing now that we can be what we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growing pain
Why dont they understand, its just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what feel
Grease is the word
Its got groove its got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionalitly belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now but we can be who we are
Grease is the word
Its got groove its got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
This is the life of illusion
Wrapped up in trouble, laced with confusion
What are we doing here?
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
Its got groove its got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Its got groove its got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Grease
I saw my problems and Ill see the light
We got a lovin thing, we gotta feed it right
There aint no danger we can go too far
We start believin now that we can be who we are - grease is the word
They think our love is just a growin pain
Why dont they understand? its just a cryin shame
Their lips are lyin, only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what we feel - grease is the word
Chorus:
(grease is the word, is the word that you heard)
Its got a groove, its got a meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin now that we can be who we are - grease is the word
Chorus
This is a life of illusion, a life of control
Mixed with confusion - whatre we doin here?
We take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believin now that we can be who we are - grease is the word
Chorus repeats 2x
(grease is the word, is the word, is the word...)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Like a Seesaw that Bumps Your Rump
Don't blame me...
Like a seesaw that bumps your rump.
When you're riding high,
Times come when you meet a slump!
I wont pretend to be amazed,
When the rush begins to slow...
And your flow is on hold!
Don't be mean...
When you see me get over a hump!
I was too keen,
To realize I might be dumped!
You warned me many years ago,
If I couldn't keep up with you...
Then no more of me you'd know!
Don't blame me...
Like a seesaw that bumps your rump.
When you're riding high,
Times come when you meet a slump!
I wont pretend to be amazed,
When the rush begins to slow...
And your flow is on hold!
You warned me many years ago,
If I couldn't keep up with you...
Then no more of me you'd know!
That one hint given...
Got me up to go!
And that seesaw that you ride is old!
You're on your rump alone and now it shows!
Don't blame me...
Like a seesaw that bumps your rump.
When you're riding high,
Times come when you meet a slump!
You warned me many years ago,
If I couldn't keep up with you...
Then no more of me you'd know!
And that seesaw that you ride is old!
You're on your rump alone and now it shows!
Like a seesaw,
Bump. Bumpin' your rump.
A seesaw,
Bump bump bumpin your rump.
Like a seesaw,
Bump. Bumpin' your rump.
A seesaw,
Bump bump bumpin' your rump.
Like a seesaw,
Bump. Bumpin' your rump.
A seesaw,
Bump bump bumpin' your rump.
Like a seesaw ride!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greased Lightning
I had a dream, and you were in it.
You ran a race, but you didnt win it.
And I wasnt sorry to see you lose
I would have paid good money, to have them grease your shoes
Grease lightning, going no where at all
It was frightening to watch you skid, right into a fall
You spent your life expecting me to watch
So each time you slipped down, I cut a lower notch.
So I wasnt sorry to feel you slide.
If this is your body, Im a thorn in your side.
Grease lightning, going no where at all
It was frightening to watch you skid, right into a fall
If you think that its gone and forgotten, then youre wrong
Grease lightning, going no where at all
It was frightening to watch you skid, right into a fall
Grease lightning, going no where at all
It was frightening to watch you skid, right into a fall
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Save Some Of That Grease You Do Not Eat
Did you plan to fill my nights,
With implanted enchantment?
With a pace...
Slowed in haste.
Did you picture me dazed,
Situated and elated...
With you as a mate?
That a kept faith,
Had brought and upon us fated?
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Don't wait,
For a chit chat debate.
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Don't wait,
Or become so fascinated.
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
You'd be better off if you fried,
Onions and liver.
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
Did you plan to fill my nights,
With implanted enchantment?
With a pace...
Slowed in haste.
Did you picture me dazed,
Situated and elated...
With you as a mate?
That kept faith had brought and fated?
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Don't wait,
For a chit chat debate.
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brilliantine
This hair,
They never looked her way,
Never understood from where she came
And digressed on the story of the grease
In her hair.
There was none.
They never touched her face,
Looked her way,
Nor saw importance in the moment
When she needed one
To hold her hand.
Or take the time for her
When it was called for.
It was the glossy brilliantine.
And the hidden styling.
The face again,
Which had the tendency to glance away.
And the hair which had no grease.
The clear hair that shone of cleanliness
In the light of the dirty windows.
The brown hair
Giving importance to the chrome
Of her eyes.
But they never looked away,
Digressing on the story of the grease
In her hair.
poem by Sammy Edrisi
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Athens Grease
If you're headin' south on
Georgia one twenty-nine
Straight into Athens past the Clark County line
There's an old Texaco right across
From the Athens Woolworth
Billy Joe Taylor's underneath that lift
There ain't a car on the planet that he can't fix
He swears on his chrome-plated ratchet
That his heaven on earth
Well, he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten
Or an old Nash Rambler top out at one-fifty
Georgia's never seen a man more at peace
Than when Billy's got his hands in
Athen's Grease
Six days a week, he's a man on a mission
He's the redneck Picasso of
The manual transmission
And the only man in town who can make
Charlie Vincent's van go
When the sun goes down
And the day is endin'
Billy's still rockin' with a rack and pinion
Long as that boy's at work, well he's right at home
Well, he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten
Or an old Nash Rambler top out at one-fifty
Georgia's never seen a man more at peace
Than when Billy's got his hands in
Athen's Grease
Well, he's a rotatin,' lug nuttin,'
Spark pluggin' good ole boy
With his name on his shirt
And Thelma Lou Taylor likes to hang out at the station
'Cause she loves to watch him work
Well, he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten
Or an old Nash Rambler top out at one-fifty
Georgia's never seen a man more at peace
Than when Billy's got his hands in
Athen's Grease
Yeah, Georgia's never seen a man more at peace
Than when Billy's got his hands in
Athen's grease
Athen's grease, baby
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Better to be the beak of a chicken than the rump of an ox.
You just witnessed an old-fashioned rump kicking.
quote by Hayden Fry
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The Hook Up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oooh.......
He was lookin' said he wanna hook up
But she don't wanna hook up
Told him, just go (Go!)
And now she lookin' said she wanna hook up
He really wanna hook up
Told her, let's go (Go!)
Baby, I can't believe everything
Your body make me wanna do,
From the way that you move on the floor,
Now I think I'm in love with you
Grab my waist
Wanna get with the rhythm of the move ya' do, do
Switch my hips on the floor,
do it slow, to keep up with you
Back it up now
Bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work it out now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor now
Watch out, baby
I'm a drop a little somethin'
Ride it, baby
We can do a little somethin'
And check out baby
When I do a little somethin
You know, baby
Let's hook up a little somethin'
Baby, I can't believe everything
That I feel when I dance with you
From the small of my back to the breath on my neck
To the move you do
Put your body
Gotta get my body up right next to you
Move the party
Gotta rock the party until they're over you
Back it up now
Bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work up now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor (x2)
Boy, I can't explain
What you do to me
My whole world has changed
Im living a fantasy
Tonight, I'm in the mood
Please take me by your hand
I wanna get in your groove
oh, baby, take me there
The bodies are shakin
Wanna get my body, keep shakin
Better get your butt out here baby
Cmon lets go...
So do how you do it
Drop it down, bend over, get to it
Make it pop back down to the ground
Pick it up, let's go... (x2)
Don't stop
Just get, get on the floor
Butt drops
Hips pop, poppin' for sure
Who's got, got it
Get it some more
One time, two times, three times we go
Back it up now
Bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work it up now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor
Back it up now
Bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work it up now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor
Watch out, baby
I'm a drop a little somethin'
Ride it, baby
We can do a little somethin'
And check out baby
When I get a little somethin
You know, baby
Let's hook up a little somethin'
Back it up now
bump your rump now
Grab my waist now
Work it up now
Grab my shoulder
Pick it up now
Take it lower
To the floor
song performed by by Britney Spears
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The higher the ape climbs the more he shows his rump.
To shake your rump is to be environmentally aware.
quote by David Byrne
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This work is a torture on the rump but a joy to the heart.
quote by Eduardo Galeano
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The Dog And The Cat
The dog says to the cat
'Why don't you come down from that tree
I'll only chew you up and spit you out
And make you my new treat'
The cat stretches and yawns a bit
And says, ' You only think you want me down
But I'll tell you now you stupid dog
You a mutt, you ain't no hound'
'Now you've done it! 'says the dog
'I just marked your tree! '
'When you do come down we'll know the truth
About those nine lives you keep! '
'This is this and that is that! '
Said from the tree the cat
'Stupid dog thinks he's a hound
But ain't nothing but a lazy brat! '
'All you do is lay around all day
And poop where ever you go!
At least I got some dignity
I dig myself a hole'
Now the dog was steaming mad
'You come on down from that tree! '
'I'll show you some hound found
And I'll chew on that dignity! '
About that time a young girl comes out
She spates that dog on his rump
The cat she seen and jumped right into her arms
From that tree with one big jump
'Don't scare my kitty! ' the girl said
'Or I'll just have to give you away! '
The cat now stuck her tongue out at the dog
And she did still have this to say
'You see I told you, you stupid mutt of a dog
How do you like that on your rump!
You don't even know after all this time
You've been sitting in your own dump! '
copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka [email protected]
poem by Bill Simmons
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I don't like giving speeches - I enjoy sitting on my rump.
quote by Karen Morley
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All You Wanna Do Is Bump
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
Peace...
Bump bump.
Is hard to find...
Go bump bump.
When on your mind...
Bump bump.
Is thumpin' on someone's rump!
Said, peace...
Bump bump
Is hard to find...
Go bump bump.
When on your mind...
Bump bump.
Is thumpin' on someone's rump!
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
Bump!
The rump!
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
Bump!
The rump!
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
We don't even talk,
But bump bump.
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too
We bump bump.
Bump bump.
All you wanna do,
Is bump bump.
Bump!
The rump!
Morning-noon-and-night-time-too,
We bump bump.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woman’s Dorsal Side
A woman is as beautiful
To a man when seen behind,
Her hair, nape, triceps, back and rump
Take the role of stimulation.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cannibal after Dinner Talk
“Did you enjoy your rump steak Dannibal?
It was imported English teacher in jars, ”
“No I didn’t too tough Hannibal,
Must have spent too much time on her ‘R’s.”
poem by Ken e Hall
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