Chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Gary likes a girls tight black pants
Larry knows he doesnt stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick
Dennis wonders whats under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Brians still glued to the radio
Louies lookin out the rear window
Guys got around to orderin fries
But root beers my best buy
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Chug All Night
You scare me a bit,
But thats all right
You know when I want you
Most every night
And Ive been meaning to tell
You baby that it makes no sense
Still Im finally convinced
Yeah yeah
I believe we could chug all night
I believe we could hug all night
The band is loose and the groove
Is right youre so much woman i
Believe we could chug all night
On the day that I die, well
I just might scream
If Im alive in the morning
Ill be alive in a dream
You better listen to me baby
Cause you know that Im hung on you
Till Im blind and black and blue
No one else will do
I do believe we chug all night
I believe we could hug all night
The band is loose and the groove is right
Youre so much woman I believe
We could chug all night
No woman ever do what you do
High on a pleasure wheel
No devil ever cast a voodoo
So long and dark and real
Were gonna do a little chugging
Were gonna do a little hugging
The band is loose and the groove is right
Im wired for sound
Are you wired for light?
And youre so much woman,
I believe we could chug all night
I said a yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Woo! its only midnight baby
Come on and do it to me
song performed by by Eagles
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The Train of Success/The Power of Words
An understanding of yourself,
Takes a train of thought
An understanding of yourself
Takes a peace of mind
honesty, unity different opportunity’s
Knowing the impossible lays before your eyes
Giving you the option to strive
Get on that train you’re on the path of success
Follow your will and you r freedom to progress
Every chug your chug along,
Builds a stronger heart that beats alone
Pumping energy and unity inside something that you call me
Don’t doubt the only thing you can trust
Believe in yourself that’s a must
Tell yourself I’m comin home
A destination a realization that
I’m the driver the sole survivor
Of something that you can call me
(2010-Esther Douek)
poem by Life in a Poem
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Other Side Of The Hill
Watch out when they start to twist
Hold tight with a leather fist
Thats what my daddy told me
How to ride the bulls.
Theres a jingle in my jeans,
Short places inbetween;
Im leaving tennesee with a push and pull.
Ten-four, buddy, come on back.
Horse trailer on a cadillac,
Youre talking to the cowboy in the coupe de ville.
Chug a lug up one side, glide down the other,
Im a lover of the other side of the hill.
Turn up that radio & dont think about rodeo,
Dont think about roundup up in old cheyenne.
Its a crazy circuit, but you still work it.
Wont you turn the sound up and lets check the scan.
Ten-four, buddy, come on back.
Horse trailer on a cadillac,
Youre talking to the cowboy in the coupe de ville.
Chug a lug up one side, glide down the other,
Im a lover of the other side of the hill.
Bandanna on the rearview mirror
Still wet from ear to ear;
Once again its provin what the wise men say -
When you ride the last one, you better make it a fast one
Jump while hes movin, just walk away.
Ten-four, buddy, come on back.
Horse trailer on a cadillac,
Youre talking to the cowboy in the coupe de ville.
Chug a lug up one side, glide down the other,
Im a lover of the other side of the hill.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Trout
High mountains
cold and dark against night
Shuffling feet
along heavy planks of pier
Pulling ropes of bow and stern
Tiny boat undulating
to currents of moon-lit waters
Fishing tackle stowed
poles boxes bait
livelings wriggling in sawdust
cheese balls in oil
and dancing metal lures
to sparkle feint and run
Casting off by oar
Pulling at the tiny motor
Rope and crank rope and crank
Choke and rope
Chug sputter chug adjust
sputter whirr
Clanking of metal against metal
Cutting straight toward the deep
into the quiet
A muffled skimming
Waves slapping prow
Ball caps life preservers
coffee soft drinks sandwiches
They are off for the game
of fishing
before sun rising
to dropp enticers into deep
running spinners in shallows
They play the game
of reading trout
father and son
and being quite possibly
as close as they
can ever be
poem by Tom Courtney
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The Locomotive
A big locomotive has pulled into town,
Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,
A plump jumbo olive.
Huffing and puffing and panting and smelly,
Fire belches forth from her fat cast iron belly.
Poof, how she's burning,
Oof, how she's boiling,
Puff, how she's churning,
Huff, how she's toiling.
She's fully exhausted and all out of breath,
Yet the coalman continues to stoke her to death.
Numerous wagons she tugs down the track:
Iron and steel monsters hitched up to her back,
All filled with people and other things too:
The first carries cattle, then horses not few;
The third car with corpulent people is filled,
Eating fat frankfurters all freshly grilled.
The fourth car is packed to the hilt with bananas,
The fifth has a cargo of six grand pi-an-as.
The sixth wagon carries a cannon of steel,
With heavy iron girders beneath every wheel.
The seventh has tables, oak cupboards with plates,
While an elephant, bear, two giraffes fill the eighth.
The ninth contains nothing but well-fattened swine,
In the tenth: bags and boxes, now isn't that fine?
There must be at least forty cars in a row,
And what they all carry -- I simply don't know:
But if one thousand athletes, with muscles of steel,
Each ate one thousand cutlets in one giant meal,
And each one exerted as much as he could,
They'd never quite manage to lift such a load.
First a toot!
Then a hoot!
Steam is churning,
Wheels are turning!
More slowly - than turtles - with freight - on their - backs,
The drowsy - steam engine - sets off - down the tracks.
She chugs and she tugs at her wagons with strain,
As wheel after wheel slowly turns on the train.
She doubles her effort and quickens her pace,
And rambles and scrambles to keep up the race.
Oh whither, oh whither? go forward at will,
And chug along over the bridge, up the hill,
Through mountains and tunnels and meadows and woods,
Now hurry, now hurry, deliver your goods.
Keep up your tempo, now push along, push along,
Chug along, tug along, tug along, chug along
Lightly and sprightly she carries her freight
Like a ping-pong ball bouncing without any weight,
Not heavy equipment exhausted to death,
But a little tin toy, just a light puff of breath.
Oh whither, oh whither, you'll tell me, I trust,
What is it, what is it that gives you your thrust?
What gives you momentum to roll down the track?
It's hot steam that gives me my clickety-clack.
Hot steam from the boiler through tubes to the pistons,
The pistons then push at the wheels from short distance,
They drive and they push, and the train starts a-swooshin'
'Cuz steam on the pistons keeps pushin' and pushin';
The wheels start a rattlin', clatterin', chatterin'
Chug along, tug along, chug along, tug along! . . . .
poem by Julian Tuwim
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Twilight Broodings
Sitting alone on the river bank
In the fast fading amber light
My eyes glanced across the flowing river
To the other side, on my right
Neon bulbs have begun flickering here n' there
On the far fringes of the sprawling city,
As fire flies clustering in dozens
Making the night look so pretty
With what vigor and gripping zest
The city has woken up, never to rest
And hordes of people, unmindful of any
Move briskly along the crowded street
Where do this stirring throng advance
When there descends the long pawed night
It leaves one to wonder, if it's man's lot
To be ever in motion without halt
I watched the turbid mass of current
Of the river bearing an agitated frown
How it moves to its convergence with the sea
Hundreds of miles away, still slugging down
With a resonant whistle and a ‘chug' ‘chug' sound
I heard the train trundling away
Reminding me of endless days and nights
Fleeting past in inscrutable dismay
Just then I chanced to think of Time and River
The twin forces making a unique pair
Unable to get back from whence they came
Rushing forward anon and ever
All around, I see life on wheels
Racing down in frantic hurry
Without knowing what awaits
At the other end, after all such scurry
poem by Valsa George
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We're basically after Joe's beer money, and Joe likes his beer, so you better make sure that what you give him is at least as pleasurable to him as having his six-pack of beer would be.
quote by Jerry Pournelle
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Cold Beer, Women and Music
I like cold beer on a hot day
I like hot women on a cold day
I like music on a hot or cold day
I like to have cold beer in my pad
I like to have my women scantily clad
I like to have my music not bad
I like my cold beer enshrouded
I like my women endowed
I like my music loud
I like my cold beer in my right hand
I like my women tanned
I like my music close at hand
I like cold beer to unwind
I like women to dine
I like music to remind
I like cold beer with women
I like women with cold beer
I like cold beer and women with music
poem by Bill Kamen
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You cannot loosen a man's tongue with root beer.
Ghost's Parade
Tower of bricks and dark arches shadow,
empty square - ghost's fair
Murmurs, of licking dogs,
chatting at the table floor,
The sunrise silence, at the wind blowing knitter,
at the crows, picking litters.
Shivering doors, keeping warm
chimney chug, roofs of broken tile's
perfume of musk in the air.
Fun fair screams of leaf's blow by wind.
Parade, of charioteers and reins
At the whinny of a forlorn carousel
Horse of trumpets, and ridden drums
poem by Luca Menin
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After Midnight
By j. j. cale
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna chug-a-lug and shout.
Were gonna stimulate some action;
Were gonna get some satisfaction.
Were gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna shake your tambourine.
After midnight, its all gonna be peaches and cream.
Were gonna cause talk and suspicion;
Were gonna give an exhibition.
Were gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
Second verse
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight, were gonna let it all hang down.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Ode to Time
i am time, i run
on people's feet
on their wrists
needles on the wall
the hearts and mind
especially the last
of which i am a parasite
i live in a dimension
that feeds on every other
night, day, rain or shine
you can chop me down
piece by piece, unit by unit
stuff them up with every bit of
your dreams
now i am all done up,
made up for
human endeavours
a miser of
the upper most kind
i am every minute,
every second of the my lifespan
to myself, to others
the last luxury i have
is to reflect on myself - no time
i live in a dimension
people dont look back
run in a straight line
a masochist as i chug
along enslaved and enslaving
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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What The Cowgirls Do
Have you ever been down to texas
Down around san antone
They love to go all night and treat you right
And party till the cows come home
Chorus:
I love it when the let their hair down
And dance real close to you
You know Im a sucker baby for what the cowgirls do
What the cowgirls do
They aint no different up in oklahoma
They aint afraid to stay up til dawn
They love to cut a run and chug a lug
Longnecks til their moneys all gone
Repeat chorus
Theres cowgirls all across the country
From baton rouge to bangor maine
It aint hard to see theyll be the death of me
Theyre gonna drive my little heart insane
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Vince Gill
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What The Cowgirls Do
Have you ever been down to texas
Down around san antone
They love to go all night and treat you right
And party till the cows come home
Chorus:
I love it when the let their hair down
And dance real close to you
You know Im a sucker baby for what the cowgirls do
What the cowgirls do
They aint no different up in oklahoma
They aint afraid to stay up til dawn
They love to cut a run and chug a lug
Longnecks til their moneys all gone
Repeat chorus
Theres cowgirls all across the country
From baton rouge to bangor maine
It aint hard to see theyll be the death of me
Theyre gonna drive my little heart insane
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Paintings are like a beer, only beer tastes good and it's hard to stop drinking beer.
quote by Billy Carter
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JUSTIFY ABLY untitled PARODY ON arctic flow WeArs complicity
JUSTIFY ABLY untitled PARODY ON arctic flow WeArs complicity
do re me far so lad, tease do best unspoken
prosy candyfloss where slips spill trick
no bechstein tastes contours of yr hand
good taste seizes up, words fail
where the spell breaks, untaken,
where the data sinks, useless,
i fear yr name needs retuning
yr fate is uncertain
a loose place to drown
in-
dentured
to
zero
no spell is at work
dislikens
in
the
cold
vanish
bang!
Parody Michael BERNSTEIN 19xx_20xx 3 poems untitled, complicity, Artic flowers
18 January 2010
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untitled
eon, eon, lollipop
valley where the flames still lick
taste the contours of yr hand
where machines seize up and fail
where the spell hangs, unspoken
where the data sinks, useless
i hear yr name hum like a storm
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complicity
bird in the gutter
fell a hand
mesmeric windows
the wires all tapped
yr fate is uncertain
a loose place to drown
light up in yr tethers
the cold, ruddy sky
in tiny places
a spell is at work
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Artic flowers
bang!
lichens
in the
frost.
like
no
ges-
ture's
for
naught
remem-
bering
when
fall-
ing leaves
so gor-
geous
barely
hung
more
rockets to-
day, some-
where
my last
name pins
me
up
Artic flowers,
satellites
Orion bur-
ning
blind
light
rides
light
slums
tombs
in the
ice
dang-
lin strange,
wak-
ing Lakes
the Moon's
harpoon
i've
caught you
at it:
flying
when
the fog
grows
thick
there is
a place
w/
cold
to break
space,
spits the
morning
raw
chug!
the en-
gine.chug!
the breath,
in-
dentured
to zero
[cabin fever]
you stay
in
a lot
and weave
afghans
from blue
smoke
and cri-
ses
set in
snow-
flakes
wing the
bulls-
eye
heart
'from
a cold,
steel
rail',
three
birds dis-
solve
vanish
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Why The Red Nose Rudolph?
His nose lights St. Nick’s sleigh
This intrepid reindeer leader
Helps his fellows find their way
It’s said, he’s an under achiever
You ask, “Why is his nose so red? ”
Is that whiskey under his bridle?
Is drinking why his eyes are red?
We must find out, not stand idle
Perhaps it’s time to notify AA
Get Rudy help for reckless drinking
We, his many fans can't be blasé
While this reindeer’s life is sinking!
We must not hold Santa to blame
Lest he and Rudolph share a jug
For it would be a downright shame
To see them drinking “chug-a-lug”
Sorry for our doubt dear Rudy
It’s Santa’s reputation we protect
We’re just performing civic duty
We really meant no disrespect
Shine on our bright red nose friend
We’ll watch the skies till you ascend
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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House Of The Gods
Finally found a place they could never reach
Sipping singha beer on pattaya beach
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies
Theres a guy next to me wont tell me his name
Buys me mekong whiskey just the same
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies
Im just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Im just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Met a girl said shes really going to blow my mind
She says she dont mean sex and I say alright
Turns out shes a bloke, tries to give me head
I have to run out screaming to the street instead
Shes just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Im just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies...
In the house of the gods
Where no mongrels preach
I watched the sun going down
On pattaya beach
Im just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Im just a wall
Hanging out on pattaya beach
song performed by by Pogues
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I Miss Ol' What's Her Name
I miss her complainin’
Makes me cry in my beer
I’m so miserable without her
It’s as if she’s still here
My pickup and coon dog
Give me a lil’ cheer
And my ma getting’ out of prison
And me drinkin’ more beer
Catchin’ some ol’ catfish
Makes me wish she were near
To clean em’ and cook em’
And bring me more beer
I miss her cute lil’ ol’ mustache
That hides the wart on her chin
I miss her high piercing voice
Tho It gets under my skin
Miss the smell of her foot fungus powder
Miss havin’ her bring me more beer
I’m so miserable without her
It’s as if she were still here
My dirty shorts and socks can just lay there
But dang! I hate getting’ my own beer
And I’m so dang miserable without her
It’s as if she were still here
So there’s one more thing to me
That’s become crystal clear
And it’s that I’ve got to teach
Ol’ Blue to fetch my beer
And there’s one more thing
That’d make me miss her less so
That’d would be to teach ol’ Blue
To play the 5 string banjo
I miss her so badly
She fills my thoughts so
Whoa! I just heard a squirrel!
Gotta git my gun (and another beer)
Gotta go!
poem by David Whalen
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Beer Bong
If I want some beer
I don't want to hear
About how I missed the show
Because I drink to slow
So pass me the beer bong
It wont take very long
For me to put down
This torpedo to the ground
Because drinking beer is to slow
Beer bong is the way to go
To go to go
Don't drink to slow!
song performed by by NOFX
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