A hot dog at the game beats roast beef at the Ritz.
quote by Humphrey Bogart
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We Got The Beef
Had ourselves a little barbeque
Corn on the cob and mashed potatoes too
Joe got the fritos, ernie got the stew
So what did you bring
We got the beef
We got the beef
We got the beef
Yeah, we got it
(we got the beef)
Now, everybody get on your feet (we got the beef)
Grab a hunk of ? ? ? beef (we got the beef)
Chuck daddy (we got the beef)
Now, ground round by the pound
We got the beef (we got the beef)
We got the beef (we got the beef, we got the beef)
We got the beef (we got the beef, we got the)
We got the beef
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Mustard's no good without roast beef.
quote by Chico Marx
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Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.
quote by Tom Robbins
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Breaking Point
I'm standing on the edge
toes hanging over the ledge
I'm wondering where the breaking point is
I'm standing on the edge thinking and eating some Ritz
I'm wondering where is the best place to jump
then I thought maybe I could just dump
my bag of Ritz over the side
and see which of them died
I'm standing at the edge of ths place
tears streaming down my face
I just lost my bag of Ritz
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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John Henry Newman was as English as roast beef, even if he lacked a passion for cricket.
quote by Clifford Longley
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It may not be possible to get rare roast beef but if you're willing to settle for well done, ask them to hold the sweetened library paste that passes for gravy.
quote by Marian Burros
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Diamond As Big As The Ritz
Hidden in the mountains
Under the earth and stone
A cubic mile of perfection
Treasure no one has known
One man came upon this motherlode
Built himself a thousand room chateau
Hes the emperor of diamonds
Master of the prize
Hes got the hold on happiness
And all that money can buy
Everyday he lives in fascination
This is not an everyday temptation, no
Its the diamond as big as the ritz
What you gonna do with this
Tell me whos goin to save you
When youre a slave to the
Diamond as big as the ritz
A blessing can become a curse
If you keep it to yourself
Our own exaggeration
Is not so good for your health
Its the prophecy of the unattainable dream
If you take one look behind the shine
It doesnt always gleam
Everyday he lives in fascination
This is not an everyday temptation, no
Its the diamond as big as the ritz
What you gonna do with this
Tell me, whos goin to save you
When youre a slave to a
Diamond as big as the ritz
(diamond. diamond. diamond. diamond. diamond)
Coal under pressure (diamond)
Sparkle of treasure (diamond)
Crystaline measure (diamond)
On a mental pleasure (diamond)
In the corner of your eye (diamond)
Make a grown man cry (diamond)
All the seeds youve sown (diamond)
Greed can crumble your castle walls
Greed can purchase you thrills
Power is a dangerous drug
It can maim, it can kill
Its the prophecy of the unattainable dream
If you take one look behind the shine
It doesnt always gleam
It was a diamond as big as the ritz
What you gonna do with this
Tell me, whos goin to save you
When youre a slave to a
Diamond as big as the ritz
It was a diamond as big as the ritz
What you gonna do with this
Tell me, whos goin to save you
When youre a slave to a
Diamond as big as the ritz
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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For less than the cost of a Big Mac, fries and a Coke, you can buy a loaf of fresh bread and some good cheese or roast beef, which you will enjoy much more.
quote by Steve Albini
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The Pan Of Sorrows
I will give you the grain of tears,
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
O, tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
I am late already,
The shadows are fading,
The cattle have returned,
From the forest.
The birds have raised their clamor.
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
Tender of the fire.
Hurry, be quick,
I have far to go,
To the place
Where my companions have gone.
I have heard the road to that town is difficult
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
When my turn comes,
Your bale of kindling is damp.
Why has your earthen pan
Become flaccid?
What has gone wrong with your fire?
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
Mine is just a handful of grains,
Roast them, and let me go on my way,
Don't leave them raw,
Roast them well.
I beg you, bring an end to this wrangling,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
The wind has dropped,
Its mournful weeping ended.
A sweet heat
Is rising in the stars.
My breaths are like a marriage procession
Whose bridegroom is displeased.
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
O tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
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Puttin On The Ritz
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down park avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
High hats and narrow collars
White spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time
Now, if youre blue
And you dont know where to go to
Why dont you go where fashion sits
Puttin on the ritz
Different types who wear a daycoat
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat
Perfect fits
Puttin on the ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trooper
Trying hard to look like gary cooper
Super-duper
Come, lets mix where rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umberellas
In their mitts
Puttin on the ritz
------ short instrumental break ------
Tips his hat just like an english chappie
To a lady with a wealthy pappy
Very snappy
Youll declare its simply topping
To be there and hear them swapping
Smart tidbits
Puttin on the ritz
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Puttin On The Ritz
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down park avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
High hats and narrow collars
White spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time
Now, if youre blue
And you dont know where to go to
Why dont you go where fashion sits
Puttin on the ritz
Different types who wear a daycoat
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat
Perfect fits
Puttin on the ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trooper
Trying hard to look like gary cooper
Super-duper
Come, lets mix where rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umberellas
In their mitts
Puttin on the ritz
------ short instrumental break ------
Tips his hat just like an english chappie
To a lady with a wealthy pappy
Very snappy
Youll declare its simply topping
To be there and hear them swapping
Smart tidbits
Puttin on the ritz
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Beef is beef, you know. Beef comes, so Beef is real.
quote by Obie Trice
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He gives him roast meat and beats him with the spit.
Lazy Day
Lazy day, sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch t.v.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Must be beef today cause lamb was last week.
So full up, bursting at the seams,
Soon youll start to nod off, happy dreams.
Wake up, for tea and buttered scones
Such a lot of work for you sunday moms.
Its such a crying shame
Week after week the same.
Todays heaven-sent and youre feeling content,
You worked all week long.
Still, its quite sad tomorrows so bad
And I dont feel so strong.
Lazy day, sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch t.v.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Now its almost over till week.
Thats how your life goes by
Until the day you die.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Lean On Me (Tonight)
Lazy day, Sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch TV.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Must be lamb today 'cause beef was last week.
So full up, bursting at the seams,
Soon you'll start to nod off, happy dreams.
Wake up, for tea and buttered scones
Such a lot of work for you Sunday moms.
It's such a crying shame
Week after week the same.
Today's heaven-sent and you're feeling content,
You worked all week long.
Still, it's quite sad tomorrow's so bad
And I don't feel too strong.
Lazy day, Sunday afternoon,
LIke to get your feet up, watch TV.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Now it's almost over till next week.
That's how your life goes by
Until the day you die.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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My Mother
Who was always there when I needed her most?
Who always made the best beef roast?
Who was always there for me to talk to,
when ever I was feeling down and very blue?
When In trouble, who got me out of it?
Still she loved me, even when I had a fit.
She would hug me and say, 'Don't worry,
take your time and don't hurry.'
When ever I said, 'I can't do it.'
She replied, 'Yes you can, don't worry a bit'.
When I left home, she cried and said 'Good bye,
then, said she, 'Now remember don't lie'
Someday, sometime or another,
I will see you again, dear old Mother.
Time
Times a teacher yesterday
You know I had nothing but time
Whyd you have to go away
I never got to tell you goodbye
And time beats up on me
Life is funny, life is strange
You know Im just trying to get by
Money, honey, buys you things
It cant buy a place in the sky
And time beats up on you
Another year disappeared
Where did it go?
People ask me
Whats the time
I really dont know
I really dont know
I really dont
I really dont know
And time beats up on you
And time beats up on you
Time beats up on
Time beats up on
Time beats up on
Time beats up on
Time beats up on me
Beats up on you
Beats up on you
song performed by by Fastball
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Always Another Sunday
There is always another Sunday,
From where do Sundays come from?
Do they sell them next to strike-anywhere matches,
Can you buy a three-pack and get one free
To make a perfect month, of Sundays?
Sunday afternoon might find you sitting at table
With some people you don't know too well,
Trying to make polite conversation
While slicing up some shoe-leathery beef roast,
That has always been the hallmark of the day.
Is it the first day of the week
Or effectively, the last?
How can the week start without any work?
Because it seems to make a better ending, instead.
Will we ever run out of Sundays?
Not unless we run out of football, baseball
Basketball and soccer first; it seems evident
That Sunday is merely a cog, attached to the sports wheel,
And is born and dies each week, with the big game.
You will not find most people discussing their sins
On Sunday afternoons:
You already know what they will be talking about.
poem by Patti Masterman
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These Vase Rolled Back
The Vases were rolled back
my wife wake up
grumbled
“Who rolled back these flower vases?
I’m sure, those wild cats did it! ”
I revise these pot lies
To the ordinary places
From roled back on the gutter
To day there is no cat like to eat
The gutter mouse
Scent their meat
Were not delicious anymore
Those cat prefer like
To steal salted fish
Mommy
Who has much vase?
Or roast which had spices
Nice, yes their smell sting
But mommy still watch
Her roast beef
With cudgel
Broom
Ready to beat
those wild cat
draw near hers
those cat were angry
after Ministerial meeting
rolled back
whole flower pot
in the palace
together, rally
with the gutter mouse
rolled back not only pot
also the whole flower pot
around the city
poem by Prasetya Utama
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