Agony
I am in excruciating
Agony
Feels like broken glass when
I have a pee
Tragedy
When the feeling’s gone and you can’t go on
It’s tragedy
When the morning cries and you don’t know why
It’s tragedy
Submitted by: Stevie T
People try to understand
Why I'm such a girly man
People try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man
Submitted by: Ashley Gundlach
Well you can tell by the way I do CPR
I’m no EMT, but I’ll try hard
Pump the chest right to the beat
Let’s get this guy up on his feet
Cause he’s turning blue
He’s getting cold
To the back of his head his eyes have rolled
So put your hands
Upon his chest
Stop the cardiac arrest
Give the chest a thumpin’
To get the blood a pumpin’
And he’s stayin' alive, stayin' alive
We’re asking for a blessin’
As we’re doing chest compressions
And he’s stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah , ah , ah, the CPR Jive, the CPR Jive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, the CPR Jiiiii,iiiiii,iiiiiii,iiiiiii,iiive
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a womans man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
Ive been kicked around since I was born.
And now its all right. its ok.
And you may look the other way.
We can try
to understand
The new york times effect on man.
Whether youre a brother or
whether youre a mother,
Youre stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin and
everybody shakin,
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
Submitted by: gsswv
'Tragedy
In the middle of town
When your pants fall down
Its tragedy
When the elastics stuffed
And your pants won't stay up
It's hard to find
A good pair of pants
That won't fall down
Tragedy
When the feeling's gone And you can't go on
It's tragedy
When the morning cries
And you don't know why
It's hard to bear
With no-one to love you
You're goin' nowhere
Submitted by: James Schipper
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