Loot
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,
If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,
If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack,
You will understand this little song o' mine.
But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred,
For the same with English morals does not suit.
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!)
W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber
With the --
(~Chorus~) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot!
Bloomin' loot!
That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot!
It's the same with dogs an' men,
If you'd make 'em come again
Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot!
(~ff~) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life,
You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell;
An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife
That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well.
Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under
Why lootin' should be entered as a crime;
So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear
'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime.
(~Chorus~) With the loot, . . .
Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma god
That 'is eyes is very often precious stones;
An' if you treat a nigger to a dose o' cleanin'-rod
'E's like to show you everything 'e owns.
When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor
Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink,
An' you're sure to touch the --
(~Chorus~) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot! . . .
When from 'ouse to 'ouse you're 'unting, you must always work in pairs --
It 'alves the gain, but safer you will find --
For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs,
An' a woman comes and clobs 'im from be'ind.
When you've turned 'em inside out, an' it seems beyond a doubt
As if there weren't enough to dust a flute
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ousetops take a look,
For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot.
(~Chorus~) Ow the loot! . . .
You can mostly square a Sergint an' a Quartermaster too,
If you only take the proper way to go;
~I~ could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew --
An' don't you never say I told you so.
An' now I'll bid good-bye, for I'm gettin' rather dry,
An' I see another tunin' up to toot
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es,
An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot!
(~Chorus~) Yes, the loot,
Bloomin' loot!
In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot!
It's the same with dogs an' men,
If you'd make 'em come again
(~fff~) Whoop 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Only The Loot Can Make You Happy
Uh rockland in my life
Uh huh track masters youre all I need in my life make money
Uh duece duece youre all I need in my life
Uh huh yo yo yo yo
I remember in the days
Yall niggas talkin all that s about keepin it real
But when it comes to this game imma play the field
Rockland had loot before we signed the deal
Haters get in the way and catch the sky like seal
We used to use the streets for the football field
In church free lunch was our only meal
But now we push whips with lorenzo wheels
Living it up in beverly hills
You know 9 to 5 was only temporary
Now the ladies wanna find tone in a hurry
Got em hittin notes that mariah couldnt carry
All you player haters going down like mary
Cop the rolls royce a player with a choice
Ladies stay moist from the sound of my voice
The lady killers pass the keys to our villas
Rockland track masters top billers
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy show me the loot baby
Happy show me the loot
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy show me the loot baby
So happy show me the loot
I never thought that i
Could make someone like you
I felt energized
When you went through my groove
Ill never let you go no
Youre so right for me
Ive got to let you know
Forever you and me the ballas anthem right here
Only the loot can make me happy show me the loot baby
Happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy show me the loot baby
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy show me the loot baby
So happy show me the loot
You must be heaven sent
Sent into my life
And I compliment you honey the money nuttin but the loot baby
We have a love thats long and true
I make you in many ways
Ive got to roll with you
Each and every day
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy ah hah
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy nuttin but the loot baby
So happy nuttin but the loot
Youre all I need in my life in my life
I dont need no one I dont need no one but you mmm hmm mmm hmm
Mmm hmm
Youre all I need in my life
I dont need no one mmm hmm I dont need no one but you
Said youre all I need in my life in my life
I dont need no one I dont need no one but you
Youre all I need in my life
I dont need no one I dont need no one but you you know what im
Sayin
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Oh happy r kelly
So happy r kelly
Only the loot can make me happy rockland
So happy track masters
So happy nuttin but the loot
Only the loot can make me happy
Oh happy help me out
So happy show me the loot
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy nuttin but the loot baby
So happy
All I need in my life in my life in my life woo nuttin but the
Loot
Said youre all I need in my life in my life in my life nuttin but
The loot baby
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Plenty More
On the radio wave, they call call to the grave
Is wrapped up in glory to fool the brave
They tell a tall story of all those that gave
All that they had for the freedom they'd save
On the TV broadcast, they said it won't last
All over by Sunday, consigned to the past
The cleanup starts Monday despite the bomb blast
A brand new beginning the die has been cast
CHORUS
There's plenty more where that came from
Five megatons of oblivion
Sent with love from the Pentagon
On a laser guided Neutron Bomb
But a satellite link said it's worse than they think
They can't find the body, it's causing a stink
The guy in the Oval is back on the drink
And Uncle Sam's poodle's in need of a shrink
It's been a full year, the famillies can cheer
Their sons & their brothers are now in the clear
The war is over, but it would appear
That those left behind are all living in fear
CHORUS
Loot shoot, gunfire salute
How many innocent die every day
Loot shoot, gunfire salute
innocent die from the games that you play
Deceit & deception, there's always some deception
Like the unjust executions dat they forget to mention
You stop, stare & wonder but a you mek di blunder
Your enemies draw near wid di sound like rolling thunder
Torture & detention, there's always some detention
For the fall guy' the patsy, the one dem never mention
You play your war games & play with innocent life
You keep the dice rolling with elaborate lies
Loot shoot, gunfire salute
How many innocent die every day
Loot shoot, gunfire salute
innocent die from the games that you play
song performed by by Ub40
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Give Me That Loot
Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.
And...
Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.
These times I forsake steak.
And potatoes made to taste.
With gravy and glazed onions I would love.
These times I forsake cake...
Yellow, pound or chocolate made.
But I dream of having brownies...
With some lemonaide.
Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.
Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.
I've tightened up my loosened belt...
Not to miss a single loop.
I think of having juice or cool-aid...
But a bowl of noodle soup will do!
These times I forsake steak.
And potatoes made to taste.
With gravy and glazed onions I would love.
These times I forsake cake...
Yellow, pound or chocolate made.
But I dream of having brownies...
With some lemonaide would just be great!
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.
Give me that loot that you get.
The kind that fills up pockets.
The kind that makes one rich...
And can pay for all my habits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jock of Hazeldean
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye sall be his bride:
And ye sall be his bride, ladie,
Sae comely to be seen"--
But aye she loot the tears sown fa'
For Jock of Hazeldean.
"Now let this wilfu' grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale;
Young Frank is chief of Errington,
And lord of Langley-dale;
His step is first in peaceful ha'
His sword in battle keen"--
But aye she loot the tears down fa'
For Jock of Hazeldean.
"A chain of gold you sall not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair;
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
And you, the foremost o' them a',
Shall ride our forest queen"--
But aye she loot the tears down fa'
For Jock of Hazeldean.
The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide,
The tapers glimmer'd fair;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there.
They sought her baith by bower and ha';
The ladie was not seen!
She's o'er the Border and awa'
Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Yea! Heavy And A Bottle Of Bread (1)
by Bob Dylan
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too,
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle.
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it.
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells.
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Yea! Heavy & A Bottle Of Bread
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Its a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too,
Pack up the meat, sweet, were headin out
For wichita in a pile of fruit.
Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, dont be slow, were gonna catch a trout
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle.
Bring me my pipe, were gonna shake it.
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells.
Take me down to california, baby
Take me down to california, baby
Take me down to california, baby
Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus.
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! heavy and a bottle of bread
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Locked Down
[Chrous]
I will miss all the things I have,
I will miss making love to my girl,
I will miss all my kids,
my loot, and my friends,
I will miss all good times I've had
Can't believe I'm locked down
[Verse 1]
Where did things go wrong for me?
Now I'm in the cell,
sitting by my self,
wondering what the hell has happened,
My freedom has been taking from me,
now I'm liars, shysters and killers rapist, and robbers even drug dealers,
I don't want my life ending here,
I got 5 minutes on the phone with my girl and I'm lonely,
and niggas already screaming phone check homie,
how ill I make up in here,
I want to go home, I ain't down with this,
I can't start to tell you all the things I will miss.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Damn God, I've shouldn't had lost my head, why didn't someone stop me, why did I lose my cool, now I'm the yard will all
these other fools,
now I got a learn a whole new life, cause this is where I'll be counting down my days, rotten in my cell, til' I'm let
free, How did my life end up here, and here is not a game, every man for self, you can't trust no one else, I'm ready for
whatever goes down, but what type of life is this to live, for an R&B singer now
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I can't believe I got sent up for this,
Doing a ten year bid for self-defense,
My life is lost and it's no longer mine,
I'm here, I'm stuck, now all I got is time, ooh,
(I will miss)
my kids
(I will miss)
making love to my girl
(I will miss)
my firends , my loot, my crib
[Repeat 2x]
[(Chorus) until fade]
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]
song performed by by Ginuwine
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Happy Birthday
what an historic day for all to remember,
It's the 3rd day in the blessed month of december.
A day that marks the birthday of a great friend,
A special person that brings fun without end.
Rejoice for heaven has smiled on you,
With a rare gift of life available to few.
He has open his tap of blessing,
Just for you to keep on smiling.
Today is your day and i wish you all the best,
I hope you celebrate it with a lot of zest.
For today you are a year older,
Store away your many wishes until you feel bolder.
So let the drums roll and horns toot,
Now make a wish for a lot of loot.
For the world await your success story,
And to narrate the tale of your allegory.
I wish you a memorable birthday,
And everlasting happiness in all of your day.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Thief plans to loot,
Taking the correct route,
I think he has his own GOD to guide!
haiku by V.K. Kanniappan
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Cost free
Flowers are
Smilees...
A loot
Lot of
Men and women's
Heart's...
With free of cost...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Love your Neighbour as Yourself
When the robbers loot your neighbour,
you are within the doors shut.
You are the next target
in that route.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Rooty Toot Toot
Got my hands on a little bit of dough
So I went to the crocery store
And got some steaks to go
Went by, and picked up my gal, teddi jo
We had ourselves a picnic
Beside a dirty road
Chorus:
Rooty toot toot
Rooty toot toot
We had it made in the shade
Like a bell through the hoop
Spinnin and tumblin inside this
Hoola hoop
Livin and learnin
rooty toot toot
We laid out a blanket
And started a fire.
Had the radio playin
from inside the car
I took off my shirt
And kicked off my shoes
She read the paper
And told me the news
She said, theres a lot of
People out there
Who are at the end of their rope
Sometimes, baby
Youve got to lay low
Chorus:
Rooty toot toot
Rooty toot toot
We had it made in the shade
Like a bell through the hoop
Spinnin and tumblin inside this
Hoola hoop
Livin and learnin
rooty toot toot
We stayed there all day
We both get us some real
Good suntans
I thought, that was ok
Sometimes life can be so grand
We were gettin ready
To shake out that place
When the illinois state trooper
Got in my face
He said, youre on pirvate property
But once he cooled down, he was ok
Sometimes youre golden, man
Thats all I got to say
Chorus:
Rooty toot toot
Rooty toot toot
We had it made in the shade
Like a bell through the hoop
Spinnin and tumblin inside this
Hoola hoop
Livin and learnin
rooty toot toot
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Skinny Sweaty Man
Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot
he's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth
across the dance floor he does scoot
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
The caboose that could he goes toot toot
been known to gag and sometimes puke
a very good friend of granny goose
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
He's half man and half cartoon
but good buddy don't be confused
he's full blooded looney tune
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Face to face with the man in the moon
his family doctor is doctor seuss
if you catch him in your soup please don't shoot
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
He was new in town
a free wheelin' clown
a funny young duke
hangin' under the roof
of a place in time
united sound
he'll play a little guitar sing a few blues
he's the kind-a-guy that you can't refuse
despite the fact that he's no brute
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move
like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots
coming soon to a theatre near you
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from The Uplift Mofo Party Plan
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Proof Positive for Friend Thad
I gaze into my crystal ball
I concentrate to still my mind.
At first I see nothing at all
I know not what I seek to find.
I only know I have received
a summons which I must obey.
In this I cannot be deceived
my farsight then comes into play.
I see strange ships I recognise
as Vikings making for the shore.
They hope to take us by surprise
as they have often done before.
But not this time we are forewarned
My chieftain placed his trust in me.
The little man the warrior scorned
will prove to them that he can see.
Despite the darkness of the night,
the movements of the enemy
Although he is too weak to fight
he can ensure their victory.
The chieftain rouses his war band.
Each warrior prepared to fight
the fierce intruders on their land.
Who will be dead by morning light.
They are intent on plundering
as they have always done before
But they will die wondering
just how we knew they’d come ashore.
To make quite sure they can’t retreat
The chieftain sends some handpicked men
who will set fire to their fleet.
These Vikings will not see again
The rocky sides of home fjiords
Their longships laden down with loot
They will have died beneath our swords.
The boot is on the other foot.
They came to loot but died instead
thanks to my ability
to foresee things that lie ahead.
We celebrate the victory.
Quiescent now my crystal ball
reflecting only candle light.
The warriors have no doubt at all
that I am gifted with true sight.
8-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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What You Tryin To Do
Hmm, ooh
What you tryin to do for me?
Does it really matter for you to take a cab or a bus?
Trying to get to where I am cause you lust for me
We end up making love, tell me whatcha wanna do
I just wanna be the one you come and give all your love
Make a nigga take all your love
I wanna show you things, give you things
Its all on you, you, you
If I could just have a minute
Baby come and take a ride with me
Baby wont you spend your life with me
All I want is you, you, you
I know youre right for me
Girl youre everything I think I need
1 - said its only right when you feel like youre lonely
That you get with me
I got the kind of love you dont get tired of
And I put that there on everything
2 - baby whatcha trying to do for me
Heard that you were looking for
A good lovin, not for sure
I know just whatcha came here for
Just trying to do for you
Ill spend all my loot for you
Tell me baby whatcha trying to do
What? whatcha wanna do?
Whatcha trying to do for me
Heard that you were looking for
A good lovin, not for sure
I know just whatcha came here for
Just trying to do for you
Ill spend all my loot for you
Tell me baby whatcha trying to do
Whatcha trying to do for me baby
I can prove it if you wanna we can really, cause I gotta enough
You can get all my love
Baby I give up, dont ya know what you really came here for
If youre thinking that you can be the woman who got love for me
Feeling like you gotta be
Let me know if you like my flow
And we can go, how you wanna go
Now that I have a minute
Let me tell you that youre beautiful
And baby that I love you so
Thats how the story goes
And now I see that your love is always on time
Baby I say to you
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Ooh, ooh, ooh
La, la, la, la
Repeat 2 till end
song performed by by Jagged Edge
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There was a fine lady from Chester
Who's husband, with gems, did invest her;
But he'd stolen the loot
And did not give a hoot
'Til along came the cops to arrest her.
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Ghastly Ghoulish Rule
Why be dismayed,
By the eggs these chickens laid?
You were told that the rooster
Was a goosing hooting booster.
From the beginning it was said,
Everything he touched he poisoned dead!
And STILL you let him in your coop?
With all his stink and all his poot!
You should have given him long the boot!
He like the others...
Are gangsters with loot!
And you like a fool,
Keep drooling over this ghastly ghoulish rule!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In human history, the desire for revenge and the desire for loot have often been closely associated.
quote by John McCarthy
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I Cant Give You Anything
You better know what you want you know how little I got
I cant give you anything I cant give you anything I cant give you anything
You better know what you want you know how little I got
I cant give you anything I cant give you anything I cant give you anything
You think Im real cute but whos gonna bring home the loot?
Make up your mind about hope you dont doubt, that
I cant give you anything I cant give you anything I cant give you anything
You better know what you want you know how little I got
I cant give you anything I cant give you anything I cant give you anything
You think Im real cute but whos gonna bring home the loot?
Make up your mind about hope you dont doubt, that
I cant give you anything I cant give you anything I cant give you anything
song performed by by Ramones
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There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate's loot on Treasure Island.
quote by Walt Disney
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