Peanut Butter Conspiracy
By: jimmy buffett
1973
Lookin back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin in a dive for twenty six dollars
Spendin it all on grass
We were hungry hard-luck heroes
Tryin just to stay alive
Wed go down to the corner grocery
This is how wed survive
Chorus:
Whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch that big round mirror
And Id fill up my coat
Then wed head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car, got to make it on home
Suppertimes getting near
Chorus:
So whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
Never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I sure had my share
Its really kinda funny to laugh at em now
But I dont want to go back there
So every now and then when Im in the grocery
Ill take a little but not much
cause you never know when those hard timesll hitcha
And I dont want to lose my touch
Chorus:
So whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir, yes sir
We would pay the mini mart back
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Holiday meals two
A woman in england is breeding mini pigs as pets
She might have some regrets.
My crabapples will have a mouth where to park
Pork so tender with meat white and dark.
Small indoor cookers will make such a come back
Mini chittilings will be just a new snack
Bagged al natural
Or bar-B-que flavored
Wont that be wild.
I like em hot
Some like em mild.
For a party of twenty
There will be plenty.
We will cook two or three
As directed.
The big bad wolf will be happy cause he has emphazima
Old Yeller could surley handle the rest.
Babe is at odds with no mini sheep to herd
So from him you will not even here one word.
Clinton upset cause not bred in Arkansas
But Hillary wants one real bad
To keep up with this latest pig fad.
Mini Razorback hogs
Will be the talk of the town.
We can train them like tunnel rats
To infiltrate Afganistans deep hidden caverns
For the pig is smarter than
Us drunkerds in most taverns.
The Beat Goes On
(sonny & cher)
Chorus:
The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da
Charleston was once the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
The mini skirts the current thing, uh huh
Teenybopper is our newborn king, uh huh
Chorus
The grocery stores the super mart, uh huh
Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh
And men still keep on marching off to war
Electrically they keep a baseball score
Chorus
Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss
The cars keep going faster all the time
Bums still cry hey buddy, have you got a dime
Chorus
song performed by by Cher
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I like oranges! ! : 0
I love you with all of my heart
For you I'd put my heart in a cart
You've shot my heart with a dart! !
You know the simpsons? Your heart looks like bart.
Let's kiss with heart at the mini mart.
You're heart is so dumb i feel really really really really smart.
poem by Chelsea Ford
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An old life
Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
I broomed snow off the car
and drove to the Kearsarge Mini-Mart
before Amy opened
to yank my Globe out of the bundle.
Back, I set my cup of coffee
beside Jane, still half-asleep,
murmuring stuporous
thanks in the aquamarine morning.
Then I sat in my blue chair
with blueberry bagels and strong
black coffee reading news,
the obits, the comics, and the sports.
Carrying my cup twenty feet,
I sat myself at the desk
for this day's lifelong
engagement with the one task and desire.
poem by Donald Hall
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You Put Your Chocolate In My Peanut Butter!
Hey you, you have too much hair and we dont like what you wear
And you have really bad breath so were gonna beat you to death
Because there is plenty of us and only one of you weve got plenty
Of reasons and heres just a few you put your chocolate in my
Peanut butter I was walking and you were in my way you looked
At me without my permission you never even apologized you put
Your chocolate in my peanut butter thats good enough reason for
Me to bash you put your chocolate in my peanut butter thats good
Enough reason for me to smash no justice / theres just us / so trust us
You put your chocolate in my peanut butter you put your chocolate in
My peanut butter you put your chocolate in my peanut butter you put
Your chocolate in my peanut butter
song performed by by NOFX
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Wal-Mart doesn't really care about your faith. Wal-Mart cares if you have money to spend, and it is going to be as generic as possible in exploiting the holiday season for every buck it can make.
quote by Richard Roeper
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The Flasher
In she'd arrive at the supermarket
car park in her convertable Mini Moke.
Micro-mini-skirted and no panties.
Knickers, to the more refined?
She'd wait until she drew a crowd
of departing elderly, then with a
flurish she'd step out legs spread
wide - hiding nothing - showing
everything.
The ladies tut-tuted audibly, while
their husbands found it hard to push
a loaded shopping trolly with one hand.
.
poem by Jerry Hughes
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Eshal
MALACH OZER MOSIHYAH UMEGEN
MALACH OZER MOSIHYAH UMEGEN
HU LO YA'AZOV WELO YITOSH
BEHEN BAHASAD BARACHAMIM
ESHAL
ESHAL KAM AD TIKUN GAYEB MINI
ESHAL KAM AD TIKUN GAYEB MINI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
Please God protect us and keep away the pain
Guard every moment with every breath we take
You know we sweat so hard for survival
Every night and every day
ESHAL
ESHAL stay with us tonight
To dance, not to fight
ESHAL stay with us tonight
To dance, not to fight
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ESHAL KAM AD TIKUN GAYEB MINI
ESHAL KAM AD TIKUN GAYEB MINI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ESHAL
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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Stuff
Catalogs fillin up the mailbox
Home shopping on the cable box
And www dot
Oh theres no escape
Delivery truck coming up round the bend
Beep, beep, beep, just backing in
Sign here and here and here again
cause its no money down no payments till
Your whole place is cram packed filed with
Chorus
Stuff (stuff) stack it on stack it on up
(stuff) never gonna ever get enough (stuff)
Oh its treasure till its mine then it aint worth a dime
Its stuff (stuff) spreading like weeds
Dragging me under in an endless sea of stuff
(stuff) there aint no end
Got to get a bigger place so I can move in
More stuff
Its getting late but its alright
The get-it-all mart opened up all night
You can catch it all with a quick swipe
Its easier everyday
Suvs and mini vans
Parading round in caravans
Toting off more than their tires can stand
cause its no money down no payments till
Every square inch of the whole worlds filled with
Chorus
(bridge)
Drag it in, pack it in
The man with the most
He just wins more stuff
Chorus
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Rocking and Rolling
When I am rocking and rolling
I only remember you
When I am dancing and swinging
I only remember you
mini tini manimoo
mini tini manimoo
Come lets dance
Come romance
Come lets explore this crazy, crazy feeling
I have for you
When I am rocking and rolling
I only remember you
When I am dancing and swinging
I only remember you
mini tini manimoo
mini tini manimoo
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Lead into grace
Lead to corruption
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
A truth or lie has to be spoken
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
King or con has to be chosen
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Way of life complete or broken...broken
Choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Follow truth or stutter through a lie
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Will to push or give up and fall behind
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Live with peace or nurture your tragic life
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Bite the bullet or swallow it whole
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Point the finger at yourself
There's no choice
Anymore anyway...
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore Anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
They're lost system of destruction
Flush all hope down the drain
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who is left to blame
Who is left to blame
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a reason
Anymore anyway
We don't have control
Anymore anyway
We don't have opinions
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Freedom, buy in
Freedom, sell out
Freedom, betray
Freedom, lay down
Freedom, corrupt
Freedom, opinion
Freedom, give up
Freedom, give in
song performed by by Mudvayne
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Nowhere To Go
i know a place
down past an old shack
on a road that goes to nowhere
ain't nobody coming back
we can go there tonight
we can talk untill dawn
or maybe something else
i'll leave the radio on
CHORUS:
theres no one to hear
you might as well scream
they never woke up
from the american dream
and they dont understand
what they dont see
and they look through you
and they look past me
oh you and i dancing slow
and we got nowhere to go
past the wal-mart and the prison
down by the old va
just my jeans and my t-shirt
and my blue chevrolet
its saturday night
feels like everything's wrong
i've got some strawberry wine
i want to get you alone
CHORUS
down by the muddy water
of the mighty mo
in an old abandoned box car
will i ever know
dance with me forever
this moment is devine
i'm so close to heaven
this hell is not mine
this hell is not mine
CHORUS
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Growing Up Hard
Counting pennies, to buy a loaf of bread
More often than not, hungry going to bed
Us carrying mothers sewing machine, every thirty days
Three blocks to the pawn shop, till the welfare check pays
Got the welfare check, would get the sewing machine out
We'd pawn it again next month, without a doubt
Living on commodities, free peanut butter and cheese
Going to school without a coat we'd always freeze
We never had many nice clothes to wear
Mother would mend them when they began to tear
Having meat for dinner was a real rare thing
Breakfast and supper, beans and rice we were eating
We wore our shoes until they fell apart
Mother could only buy one of us a pair, at the mart
Quiet often we were left all by ourselves
While mother worked or went out for cocktails
The days weren't so bad alone, we were in school
But young and left alone at night was really cruel
Feeling so alone, just us three
Please stay home tonight mama, we'd plea
Times were hard when I was a child
This poem I've written, is putting it mild
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Friday morning five o' clock
Lost my job
Recently when my company
Took right sizing measures
To meet the global economic challenge
I am a carpenter
By profession
And all these years
I have been shaping
And sizing woods
To meet the requirements
Of company furniture
A good number of
My colleagues
Were relieved of
Company’s services
With three months’ salary
And it took care of
My family comprising
My wife and ten year old son
For almost six months now
Thank God
Thanksgiving day
Neared and I got the job
As a well-wisher in
One mart,
Which claims itself smart
I joined them a month back
And I earned my first fortnight wages
Which made me feel
That not everything is over
I too have a life ahead
Came the thanksgiving day,
Which falls on a Thursday
And on the Friday morning next
Our mart is offering
Attractive super offers
I was to take care of an entrance of the mart
As there will be a crowd waiting outside
To rush in and avail the best offers
As some of them are very limited
Friday morning five ‘o clock
I pulled shutters up
And there came in a flood of people
Most of them out of control
Someone knocked me so harsh
I stumbled and fell down
Crowd did not stop
Minding not the fallen me
And many stamping me
It took no time for me
To realise that I was
In a stampede
Soon I was attended
By doctors
And I could hear them
Telling that I am a gone case
I was wondering whether
In the name of financial wisdom
People are becoming
Economically mad
My store mart
Has its slogan as
“Save Dollars, Live Better”
It would be right
If it reads
“Save Dollars, Live Better –
Even if it means killing our staff”
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Galbi
OH OH GALBI... GALBI...
GALBI YA HEB IL HAWAH
LA TIM NA OU MINI
MIN FA'IN TARIQ AL MA'HIBAH
LA DACHIL GALBAK
You stole my heart
You stole my soul
You take my breath away
What can I do, what can I say
When you're so far away
OH OH GALBI
GALBI YA HEB IL HAWAH
LA TIM NA OU MINI
MAHAD BIGAY RAQSHABI
AL KASIWAH SINI
OH OH GALBI GALBI
YE YE YE GALBI GALBI
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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Was Kermit a Vegen?
Chasity Erbaugh has had a sight to be seen.
She had purchased frozen green beans at the Wal-Mart in Tyler, Texas.
A Great Value Brand, by name, but appeared to be a Surely Shock Brand,
When she brought it home.
After microwaving the frozen green beans to feed her children,
She noticed peculiar that didn’t look like bean,
Chasity came across a legless frog that was green.
Catfish and frog legs are very popular in local restaurants around here,
And China too!
Maybe the green beans and the processing of frog legs were at the same location?
Anyway, was this frog related to Kermit? Was he a vegen?
Chasity brought this up to the management of her local Wal-Mart,
They, in turn, delightfully handed a $1.00 coupon off her next bag of frozen green beans.
How thoughtful is that?
How so disgusting?
So Wal-Mart,
The company is thinking about getting into the marriage wedding and reception business,
After which, the couple will have kids to be poisoned by the lead content in toys,
Manufactured in China,
Most likely the couple will have pet dog, which can poisoned by the dog food,
That was made in China.
To the human part, Wal-Mart will provide a clinic for getting rid of illness.
Eye doctors, pretty soon dentists, and maybe vets.
From cradle to the grave, what fun, what bliss.
8-17-09
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Sony Phone
Ring, ring, ring...
Hello, halo, hallow,
Hi, Ha, Hmmm,
I'm Sony Ericsson smartphone,
Xperia Mini Pro,
inspired by human curvature.
I'm a Typer,
I'm left-brained,
I like logic, structure, and analysis.
I'm a Toucher,
I'm right-brained,
Chaotic, I feel through things
The tang of sea air
Smell of freshly cut grass.
I'm a poet,
Imaginative, Intuitive
and inspirational.
Sony smartphone
designed for
Typer and toucher,
So whatever I do,
Xperia mini pro is
designed for you and me.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Everythings Changed
(richie mcdonald/paul nelson/larry boone)
Funny you should show up after all of these years
Yeah things sure have changed around here
Seen a lot of strangers since they put that interstate through
No this aint the same town that we once knew
They put up a plant where we used to park
That ol drive-ins a new wal-mart
The caf? is closed where our names were carved on that corner booth
Yeah, everythings changed except for the way I feel about you
That westbound to santa fe dont stop here anymore
You were one of the last to get on board
That street that we grew up on you wouldnt recognize
Girl nothings been the same since you said good-bye
They put up a plant where we used to park
That ol drive-ins a new wal-mart
The caf? is closed where our names were carved on that corner booth
Yeah, everythings changed except for the way I feel about you
They put up a plant where we used to park
That ol drive-ins a new wal-mart
The caf? is closed where our names were carved on that corner booth
Everythings changed except for the way I feel about you
Yeah, everythings changed except for the way I feel about you
song performed by by Lonestar
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Good Love
Black cat, dont you look back at me
Good luck, dont hang around me
I been down so long I cant see
Need something thats gonna set me free
Chorus:
I need some good love
I need some good, good love
New love, just passes me by
So bad, I dont even try
Shot down and I ask myself why
Needin someone whos gonna save my hide
Chorus:
Lord I need some good love
I need some good, good love
(lead)
(repeat chorus)
Black cat, dont you look back at me
New love, dont wander round me
Well I try but I just aint no use
I need someone whos gonna turn me loose
(chorus)
(agnew, charlton, sweet, mccafferty)
Nazsongs/panache music
1976 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.
song performed by by Nazareth
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Gorgeous
Testostarone in large amounts
Your little sister just kick out of
God you cant shave your head
Come to the show
The boys rock harder
Your mother lent you her slip
She lent you her bright red lipstick
And your shoes are hurting your back
But boy dont you look gorgeaus
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
This is but an observation
You put a bullet in your foot
You make it hard for us bitches inconsequential in your back bends
And your taste in men leaves something to de desired
You love them to be aloof and self obsessed
They love you in your mini dress
You are looking gorgeous
Youre looking gorgeous
Youre looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
When your voice is raised above a certain level
Im afraid you must go to the ladies room
I left your competence in curlers
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
Youre looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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