You Oughta Be Spanked, Boo
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You wanna be spanked?
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You wanna be spanked?
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
You come home late to ask me...
'Where've you been?
I didn't see you...
Comin' in.'
You come home late to ask me...
More than enough.
To try to hide...
Your crooked stuff,
But...
Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
You come home late to ask me...
More than enough.
To try to hide...
Your crooked stuff,
But...
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
'I like it! '
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
'I like it! '
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
You oughta be spanked,
Boo.
'And I like it! '
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whisky In The Jar
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
And i got drunk on whiskey-o
And I love, i love, i love, i love, i love, i love my molly-o
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Whiskey In The Jar
(has also been recorded by thin lizzy)
As i was going over the cork and kerry mountains
I saw captain farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "stand and deliver or the devil he may take you"
Yeah
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and i brought it home to molly
She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary i went to molly's chamber
Taking molly with me, but i never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked captain farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and i shot him with both barrels, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey
Yo-ooh, whiskey
Yo-ooh, yeah-ee-yeah, ooh
Yo-oo-oo-ooh, yeah
Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me i like sleeping, especially in my molly's chamber
But here i am in prison, here i am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah
song performed by by Metallica
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Christmas Tree- That Meaningful Day
Dad, are we going to have a real Christmas tree
Yes son, it is going to be you and me
So go and get everything loaded in the car
Because we have to go very far
And yes it was really far, mile after mile
But boy when we stopped I really started to smile
Because as far as I could see was nothing but trees
We walked and looked around and around
Until that the right tree was found
That tree was full and beautiful and about 15 feet tall.
Then dad said son go get out that ax
Because know it is time to let you take some whacks
Just look at me an learn to be careful
Because that ax is sharp and you need to be careful
So you look and learn
Because soon it will be your turn
I looked as take to the ax and went whack, whack
As it the tree it scared me and also gave a heart attack
Dads, said are you ready son
Because we have yet begun
I took the ax at whack at a few times and it fell down
Son on we did it, now it is time to get back to town
Well it took us a long while
To get us home, but all I could do was to smile
Because I knew it would be soon to decorate this tree
By Frank Pulver
Dec 5,2011
poem by Frank Pulver
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The Rattling Boy from Dublin
I'm a rattling boy from Dublin town,
I courted a girl called Biddy Brown,
Her eyes they were as black as sloes,
She had black hair and an aquiline nose.
Chorus --
Whack fal de da, fal de darelido,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelay,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelido,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelay.
One night I met her with another lad,
Says I, Biddy, I've caught you, by dad,
I never thought you were half so bad
As to be going about with another lad.
Chorus
Says I, Biddy, this will never do,
For to-night you've prov'd to me untrue,
So do not make a hullaballoo,
For I will bid farewell to you.
Chorus
Says Barney Magee, She is my lass,
And the man that says no, he is an ass,
So come away, and I'll give you a glass,
Och, sure you can get another lass.
Chorus
Says I, To the devil with your glass,
You have taken from me my darling lass,
And if you look angry, or offer to frown,
With my darling shillelah I'll knock you down.
Chorus
Says Barney Magee unto me,
By the hokey I love Biddy Brown,
And before I'll give her up to thee,
One or both of us will go down.
Chorus
So, with my darling shillelah, I gave him a whack,
Which left him lying on his back,
Saying, botheration to you and Biddy Brown,--
For I'm the rattling boy from Dublin town.
Chorus
So a policeman chanced to come up at the time,
And he asked of me the cause of the shine,
Says I, he threatened to knock me down
When I challenged him for walking with my Biddy Brown.
Chorus
So the policeman took Barney Magee to jail,
Which made him shout and bewail
That ever he met with Biddy Brown,
The greatest deceiver in Dublin town.
Chorus
So I bade farewell to Biddy Brown,
The greatest jilter in Dublin town,
Because she proved untrue to me,
And was going about with Barney Magee.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Out Of Whack
Maybe nobody told you about this life
Maybe nobody answered your questions why
Simple revelations, they come in time
Those liars told us things would all be fine
Born out of whack, give him something possible
You thought it would've mattered
Not likely to change things we've come too far
Where innocent young kids are put behind bars
But it's an easy decision, banished so far
You're not as civil as you think you are
(Chorus)
You say we're all born out of whack
Well, don't act so surprised now, there's been
A lot going on
Since you realized that we're all just kids trying
To get along
So answer one thing
Are you gonna stay inside, are you gonna stay
Inside of your minds?
Are we all born wrong?
(Chorus)
[As printed in CD booklet
song performed by by Flaw
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The God Of Common-Sense
My Daddy used to wallop me for every small offense:
"Its takes a hair-brush back," said he, "to teach kids common-sense."
And still to-day I scarce can look a hair-brush in the face.
Without I want in sympathy to pat a tender place.
For Dad declared with unction: "Spare the brush and spoil the brat."
The dear old man! What e'er his faults he never did do that;
And though a score of years have gone since he departed hence,
I still revere his deity, The God of Common-sense.
How often I have played the ass (Man's universal fate),
Yet always I have saved myself before it was too late;
How often tangled with a dame - you know how these things are,
Yet always had the gumption not to carry on too far;
Remembering that fancy skirts, however high they go,
Are not to be stacked up against a bunch of hard-earned dough;
And sentiment has little weight compared with pounds and pence,
According to the gospel of the God of Common-sense.
Oh blessing on that old hair-brush my Daddy used to whack
With such benign precision on the basement of my back.
Oh blessings on his wisdom, saying: "Son, don't play the fool,
Let prudence be your counselor and reason be your rule.
Don't get romantic notions, always act with judgment calm,
Poetical emotions ain't in practice worth a damn/
let solid comfort be your goal, self-interest your guide. . . ."
Then just as if to emphasize, whack! whack! the brush he plied.
And so I often wonder if my luck is Providence,
or just my humble tribute to the God of Common-sense.
poem by Robert William Service
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No Moss?
A frog he goes to the bank
His name is Kermit Jagger
The teller at the bank
Her name is Miss Patricia Whack
She welcomes him, that’s a fact
Kermit says “I would like a loan
I need a holiday to get away
From all those tadpoles
In the pond back home, that way”.
Kermit says “it should be OK,
my dad Mick he knows the manager
who thinks he rocks, he’s swell.”
The teller says, tell me
Do you have your ID?
Kermit produces from his pocket
A small porcelain figure of
A pink elephant, most charming.
Perfect in its shape and making
Patricia she is most confused
And finds the manager
In case she may have misconstrued.
And asks “Do you know
Kermit Jagger’s Dad, Mick?
And what on earth is this! ”
As she holds the elephant
For the mangers benefit.
And the manager says to her
“It’s a Nick Knack, Patty Whack.
Give the frog a loan.
His old man’s a rolling stone.”
poem by David Taylor
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If my ego was out of whack and I believed I could carry anything off, that would be a stupid risk. But so far there's been no reason not to try anything.
quote by Kathleen Turner
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Whiskey In The Jar
As I was goin over the cork and kerry mountains
I saw captain farrell and his money he was countin
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
Theres whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to molly
She swore that shed love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy
Being drunk and weary I went to mollys chamber
Takin my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked captain farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Now some men like the fishin and some men like the fowlin
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin
Me I like sleepin specially in my mollys chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Entreat him in jackass fashion; if he won't carry the sack, give him a whack.
I had no words for these feelings. And then people started using the word Ms. Suddenly, there was this handle with which I could identify myself and understand why I felt so out of whack with the culture around me.
quote by Betty Buckley
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Love Wont Wait
Hook:
I love you love, but Im thinkin bout leaving
So far you treated me so bad
I love you love, but Im thinkin bout leaving
So far you treated me so bad
I call my baby to tell her Im on my way
Call her til I pass we going out today
It was a beautiful sunday
I had plans on going to watchin the matinee
But as soon as I step to the door
She hit me with some stuff that I just couldnt ignore
That she had to up and leave
cause I was a fool foolin her on what she need
Check it, yo from my point of view it was kinda whack
She said even when were reminiscing theres no bringing it back
And for her, its really beyond that
Talkin about she been through emotional combat
Chorus:
All the years that I been back
You were never around
And now, love wont wait
(its like that now, oh, its like that now)
Lets stop all my love to you
Baby, Im through with you
cause now, love wont wait
(its like that now, oh, its like that now)
Hook
Yo, will, thats kinda whack, I know how you be feelin
My girls also trippin about the same reason
cause we out for two seasons on the road makin gs and
I figured it out these women theres no pleasin
Yo, will, I feel the pain, that youre going through
She got you stuck on a yam and shes splatting too
Plotting on leaving you, yo, are you feeling cool
And if youre not you can always hang with the crew
Chorus
I call my baby to tell her Im on my way
Call her til I pass we going out today
It was a beautiful sunday
I had plans on going to watchin the matinee
And she dissed you, up and left you
Packed her bags and went and upset
She was like Im leaving (oh its like that, now)
Im leaving (she was always like that)
Check it, but from my point of view it was kinda whack
She said even when were reminiscing theres no bringing it back
And for her, its really beyond that
Talkin about she been through emotional combat
Chorus
Hook (2x)
I love you love, but Im thinkin bout
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.
quote by Geraldo Rivera
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Because when they strike it can be that quick that if they're within range, you're dead, you're dead in your tracks. And his head weighs more than my body so it's WHACK!
quote by Steve Irwin
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The number of great museums and nonprofits versus the number of corporate headquarters is incredibly out of whack.
quote by Richard Stengel
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You know, you don't work 30 something years in this business without knowing how to push yourself. So, I just kept pushing myself and pushing myself. The other thing that happens is when your hormones get out of whack your emotions come up.
quote by Marie Osmond
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If you have an important point to make, don't try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time - a tremendous whack.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Ad Magistrum Ludi
NOW in the sky
And on the hearth of
Now in a drawer the direful cane,
That sceptre of the . . . reign,
And the long hawser, that on the back
Of Marsyas fell with many a whack,
Twice hardened out of Scythian hides,
Now sleep till the October ides.
In summer if the boys be well.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Minority; Skin has no tone..
What is skin Color?
Nothing to be exact
Everyone is the same
White, Blue or Black
So why must we discriminate
Against any of God's children
A human is a human
And racism is whack
So let everyone be equal
As God intended
And don't mess with any of God's Children
poem by Cody DeRoo
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