We had an old Victrola with the old bulldog they used to have there. The horn would come out.
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Bulldog
You've got a rocket
Inside your bullet head
I've seen you walk it baby
Your knack for greatness
Has never done you wrong
You showed that sweet old lady
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog down below
You talk of genius
I feel an undertow
Which head of yours is bragging now?
One made of lettuce is smarter than you both
You showed that manhole anyhow
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog down below
He'll bend you over
Little red rover
Bend you right over
Some casanova
Go to your momma
Little chihuahua
Get back to your momma
Little chihuahua
Oh
song performed by by Tracy Bonham from The Burdens Of Being Upright
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Victrola
Youre so wonderful, I adore you,
I adore you, I adore you, victrola.
Youre so audio, dont remove me,
To a movie, I am grooving, victrola.
Ahhh... happy new year
Ahhh... happy new year
Ahhh... happy new year
Ahhh... , ahhh... , ahhh...
Ahhh... happy new year , ahhh...
Youre my winter love,
I can lie here
With you so near ,
We both live here
Happy new year,
Youre my sweet dear
Victrola victrola-ahhh-ahhh.
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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The Bulldog And The Boy
The Bulldog and the Boy
The little black and white bulldog ran into the sun
he was cute just having fun.
The little boy threw him a bone
while they played his mother was on the phone.
The beach was very much fun,
the bulldog and the boy played in the sun.
Today could be a very rainy day
but tomorrow they both will play.
All the while they ran and laughed in the sand
While his mother layed on the beach and tanned.
poem by Karen Christal
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Hey Buldog
Sheep dog standing in the rain
Bull frog doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think youre something special when you smile?
Child-like no one understands
Jack-knife in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You dont know what its like to listen to your fears
You can talk to me, you can talk to me
You can talk to me, if youre lonely you can talk to me
Big man (yeah) walking in the park
Wigwam frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know it but you havent got a clue
You can talk to me, you can talk to me
You can talk to me, if youre lonely you can talk to me hey
Hey bulldog (woof), hey bulldog, hey bulldog
Hey man whos that boy? - woof!
Whadya say? - I said woof!
Dy know any more? - wowu-wa ah! ha ha!
You got him! get him! ... get him man! ... get him! you got him!...
Quiet boy, quiet! (okay) quiet!
Hey bulldog...
song performed by by Beatles
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Hernani
Cistercians might crack their sides
With laughter, and exemption get,
At sight of heroes clasping brides,
And hearing--O the horn! the horn!
The horn of their obstructive debt!
But quit the stage, that note applies
For sermons cosmopolitan,
Hernani. Have we filched our prize,
Forgetting . . .? O the horn! the horn!
The horn of the Old Gentleman!
poem by George Meredith
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Creola
By: jimmy buffett, ralph macdonald, william salter
Chorus:
Creola
In my sola
I loved what they were sayin
I loved what they were playin
Creola
Creola
On my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin
Fall in love romancin the melody
Creola, creola, creola for me
I remember as a child all the happiness and smiles
Flowed around my grandmas sunday table
While auntie mae was sayin grace
Papa t would sneak a taste
Catch a funny look from my cousin mabel
Then daddyd beat the drum
The old folks start to hum
Sing the only song that we all knew
Ambiance so fine, dancin drinkin wine
Sing about the lifestyle on the bayou
Chorus:
Creola (creola)
In my sola (sola)
Loved what they were sayin (sayin)
Loved what they were playin (playin)
Creola
Creola (creola)
On my victrola (victrola)
Makes me feel like dancin (dancin)
Fall in love romancin the melody
(do do do do, do do do do)
Creola, creola (creola), creola for me
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Its a spicy kind of life
Creola
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Creola, creola, creola for me
(pan instrumental)
The years have come and gone
Still the old song lingers on
I keep it in my heart with fond affection
Like the family good luck charm
That keeps away the harm
Creolas always there for my protection
Chorus:
Creola (creola)
Good for your sola (sola)
Loved what they were sayin (sayin)
Loved what they were playin (playin)
Creola
Creola (creola)
On my victrola (victrola)
Makes me feel like dancin (dancin)
Fall in love romancin the melody
(do do do do, do do do do)
Creola, creola (creola), creola for me
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Its a spicy kind of life
Creola
Just repeat the words I say
About a thousand times a day
Creola, creola
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Its a spicy kind of life
Creola
Just forget about the mumbo jumbo
Hello to the world of gumbo
Creola, creola
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Its a spicy kind of life
Creola
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Creola, creola
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Leave My Kitten Alone
You better leave my kitten all alone
You better leave my kitten all alone
Well I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her alone
Dont you know
My kitten isnt dead
Dont you know
My kitten isnt dead
So get your hands off of her
Cause Im her lovin man
Well mister dog
Im gonna hit you
On the top of your head
That girls gonna miss you
And youre gonna wish that you were dead
You better leave my kitten all alone
I love my little kitten
Well, like you hounddogs love your bone
Well mister dog
Im gonna hit you
On the top of your head
That girls gonna miss you
And youre gonna wish that you were dead
You better leave my kitten all alone
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her alone
You better leave
You better leave
You better leave
My kitten all alone
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Every Friday
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
I loooooooook like a shit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
I aaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooorn.
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
Of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinter cooooooom.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
And every Tuesday I am like a horn,
On Wednesday and Tuesday I am a horn,
I aaaaaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooooorn.
On every Friday I look like a shit,
My salary is more now a little bit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
It looks as on Sunday I was born.
On Friday morning I am so glad
That by the evening I’ll look like a fad
Or may be like a dirty pig
Trying the ground to dig, dig, dig.
But…every Monday I am like a horn,
On certain Sunday I was born,
And every Friday I am like a shit.
My life is better........, a little bit.
More or less
It was my sincere confess.
Lol, lol, lol and loooooooool.
On every Friday there is no control.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
March 16th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Horn
Rhine wine, car horn
Now that youve deceived me, and played my name around
And hung those nasty flyers, on all the buildings in town
Dribbled my possessions in a ring around the earth
And bought and sold my self-control for less than it was worth
Now I know the reason that Im feeling so forlorn
Ill pick you up at eight as usual, listen for my horn
Rhine wine, car horn
song performed by by Phish
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The Hunter’s Song
RISE! Sleep no more! ’T is a noble morn:
The dews hang thick on the fringed thorn,
And the frost shrinks back, like a beaten hound,
Under the steaming, steaming ground.
Behold, where the billowy clouds flow by,
And leave us alone in the clear gray sky!
Our horses are ready and steady.—So, ho!
I ’m gone, like a dart from the Tartar’s bow.
Hark, hark!—Who calleth the maiden Morn
From her sleep in the woods and the stubble corn?
The horn,—the horn!
The merry, sweet ring of the hunter’s horn.
Now, thorough the copse, where the fox is found,
And over the stream, at a mighty bound,
And over the high lands, and over the low,
O’er furrows, o’er meadows, the hunters go!
Away!—as a hawk flies full at its prey,
So flieth the hunter, away,—away!
From the burst at the cover till set of sun,
When the red fox dies, and—the day is done!
Hark, hark!—What sound on the wind is borne?
’T is the conquering voice of the hunter’s horn.
The horn,—the horn!
The merry, bold voice of the hunter’s horn.
Sound! Sound the horn! To the hunter good
What ’s the gulley deep or the roaring flood?
Right over he bounds, as the wild stag bounds,
At the heels of his swift, sure, silent hounds.
O, what delight can a mortal lack,
When he once is firm on his horse’s back,
With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong,
And the blast of the horn for his morning song?
Hark, hark!—Now, home! and dream till morn
Of the bold, sweet sound of the hunter’s horn!
The horn,—the horn!
O, the sound of all sounds is the hunter’s horn!
poem by Barry Cornwall
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Ghosts Of Cape Horn
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Some who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
See them all in sad repair
Demons dance everywhere
Southern gales, tattered sails
And none to tell the tales
Come all of you rustic old sea dogs
Who follow the great southern cross
You were rounding the horn
In the eye of a storm
When ya lost er one day
And you read all yer letters
From oceans away
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Those who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Come all you old sea dogs from devon
Southampton, penzance, and kinsale
You were caught by the chance
Of a sailors last dance
It was not meant to be
And ya read all yer letters
Cried anchor aweigh
Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea
All around old cape horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Those who wish theyd never been born
They are the ghosts of cape horn
Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dum dum
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of cape horn
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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I never question a success, any more than I do the right of a bulldog to lie in his own gateway.
quote by Josh Billings
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She has turned the British bulldog into a Reagan poodle.
quote by David Steel
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Hold on with a bulldog grip, and chew and choke as much as possible.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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this is no suprise
haiku's a georgia bulldog
he hates the gators
haiku by Chris Bowen
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If regret was a horn, one's horn would reach the sky.
Leave My Kitten Alone
You better leave my kitten all alone,
You better leave my kitten all alone.
But i told you big fat bulldog,
You better leave her alone.
You better leave my kitten all alone,
You better leave my kitten all alone.
This dog is gonna get you
If you don't leave her alone.
Well mr.dog i'm gonna hit you
On the top of your head.
That child is gonna miss you,
You gonna wish that you were dead.
If you don't leave my kitten all alone.
Well i told you big fat bulldog,
You better leave her alone.
Well mr.dog i'm gonna hit you
On the top of your head.
That girl is gonna miss you,
You gonna wish that you were dead.
If you don't leave my kitten all alone, oh yeah.
Well i told you, big fat bulldog,
You better leave her alone.
Hey hey you better leave, you better leave,
You better leave, yeah you better leave,
You better leave, oh you got to leave...
song performed by by Beatles
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Little Horn
Theres an apple in the pussy mouth
Now I am the dinner whore
Theres a tumor in the t.v. mouth
Burn it out before it grows
Someone better get the dog to kick,
Jaws wired shut to save the dick
Out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn
little horn is born
The world spreads its legs for another star
World shows its face for another scar
Dead will dance for what is left
The worms will wait with baited breath
your blind have now become my deaf
So says this little horn
save yourself from this...
(chorus)
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Finest Worksong
The time to rise has been engaged
Youre better best to rearrange
Im talking here to me alone
I listen to the finest worksong
Your finest hour
Another chance has been engaged
To throw thoreau and rearrange
You are following this time
I beg you not beg to rhyme (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your horn)
Take your instinct by the reins
Your better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been confused been confused (blow your horn)
Your finest hour (blow your horn)
(repeat 3rd verse)
song performed by by REM
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