Glycerine - Bush (again)

Glycerine

Must be your skin I'm sinking in
Must be for real because now I can feel
And I didn't mind
It's not my kind
Not my time to wonder why
Everything's gone white
And everything's gray
Now you're here now you're away
I don't want this
Remember that
I'll never forget where you're at
Don't let the days go by

Glycerine

I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Are you at one
Or do you lie
We live in a wheel
Where everyone steals
But when we rise it's like strawberry fields

If I treated you bad
You bruise my face
Couldn't love you more
You've got a beautiful taste
Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you
I couldn't change though I wanted to
Could have been easier by three
Our old friend fear and you and me
Glycerine
Don't let the days go by
Glycerine

I needed you more
When we wanted us less
I could not kiss just regress
It might just be
Clear simple and plain
That's just fine
That's just one of my names
Don't let the days go by
Could've been easier on you
Glycerine

- Bush

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A sudden flashback of VeggieTales.  They actually had some pretty funny songs...

Oh No What We Gonna Do

Wisemen: Oh no, what we gonna do?
The king likes Daniel more than me and you
Oh no, what we gonna do?
We've gotta get him outta here
Oh, no! What we gonna do?
The king likes Daniel more than me and you
Oh no, what we gonna do?
We've gotta get him outta here.

Wisemen #2 and #3: We could throw him in the dungeon
We could let him rot in jail;
We could drag him to the ocean
Have him eaten by a whale

Wiseman #1: We could throw him in the Tigris
Let him float awhile,
Then we'll all sit back and watch him meet
A hungry crocodile
We could put him on a camel's back
And send him off to Ur
With a cowboy hat without a brim
A boot without a spur.

We could give him jelly doughnuts,
Take them all away
Or we could fill his ears with cheese balls
And his nostils with sorbet
We could use him as a footstool
Or a table to play Scrabble on
Then tie him up and beat him up
And throw him out of Babylon

Wiseman #3: Or!

[whispering]

Wiseman #1: I like it!

Wiseman #2: It's sneaky!

Wiseman #1: And it just

Wiseman #2: might

Wiseman #3: work!

Wisemen: We could use him as a footstool
Or a table to play Scrabble on
Then tie him up and beat him up
And throw him out of Babylon!

- VeggieTales

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything

I was most amused when I saw a parody of this song on fanfiction.net - The Slytherins Who Don't Do Anything.

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything

Narrator: "Joining Larry are Pa Grape and Mr. Lunt, who together make up
the infamous gang of scalliwags, the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything!"

Larry, Pa, Mr. Lunt: "We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything!
We just stay home and lie around.
And if you ask us to do anything,
We'll just tell you ..."

Larry: "We don't do anything!"

Pa: "Well, I've never been Greenland
And I've never been to Denver
And I've never buried treasure in St. Louis or St. Paul
And I've never been to Moscow and I've never been to Tampa
And I've never been to Boston in the fall."

All: "'Cuz we're the pirates who don't o anything!
We just stay home and lie around.
And if you ask us to do anything,
We'll just tell you ..."

Mr. Lunt: "We don't do anything.
And I never hoist the mainstay and I never swab the poop deck,
And I never veer to starboard 'cuz I never sail at all,
And I've never walked the gang plank and I've never owned a parrot,
And I've never been to Boston in the fall."

All: "'Cuz we're the pirates who don't do anything!
We just stay at home and lie around.
And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you...
We don't do anything!"

Larry: "Well, I've never plucked a rooster and I'm not too good at ping-pong,
And I've never thrown my mashed potatoes up against the wall,
And I've never kissed a chipmunk and I've never gotten head lice,
And I've never been to Boston in the fall!"

Pa: "Huh? What are you talking about? What's a rooster and mashed potatoes have to do with being a pirate??"

Mr. Lunt: "Hey, that's right! We're supposed to sing about pirate-y things!"

Larry: "Oh ..."

Pa: "And who ever kissed a chipmunk? That's just nonsense! Why even bring it up? Am I right? What do you think?"

Mr. Lunt: "I think you look like Cap'n Crunch!"

Pa: "Huh? No I don't!"

Mr. Lunt: "Do too."

Pa: "Do not!"

Mr. Lunt: "You're making me hungry."

Pa: "That's it, you're walkin' the plank!"

Mr. Lunt: "Says who?"

Pa: "Says the captain, that's who!"

Mr. Lunt: "Oh, yeah? Aye aye, Cap'n Crunch!"

Larry: "And I've never licked a spark plug and I've never sniffed a stink bug,
And I've never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball,
And I've never bathed in yogurt and I don't look good in leggings ..."

Pa: "You just don't get it!"

All: "And we've never been to Boston in the fall!"

- VeggieTales

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Oh, Santa!

Narrator: "It's Christmas Eve, and Larry is anxiously awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus with a plate of cookies."

Larry: "Oh, Santa! I can't wait for you to come,
I just can't wait for you to come, and I've got cookies!
Three yummy cookies!
Just for you for when you come,
Only for you for when you come ...
Because it's Christmas!"

[Knock-knock-knock]

Larry: "Could that be Santa?
Could that be him?
Could it be the one who brings presents for a cucumber like me, 
A good cucumber like me?"

Narrator: "Larry is surprised to be greeted not by Santa, but a crafty
bankrobber!"

Larry: "Who are you?"

Bankrobber: "I'm a bankrobber!
And I've come to rob your bank, oh yes!
I've come to rob your bank, and I've come to take your dimes and swipe your nickels.
So stand back, step aside you silly pickle! And let me in!"

Narrator: "Although frightened by the intruder, in the spirit of
Christmas Larry makes an offering."

Larry: "I'm not a banker ... I have no bank, my robbing friend, but I have cookies--
Three yummy cookies. And I don't have nickels,
But please take this, my robbing friend.
Eat one of these my robbing friend. They are for Santa,
But you may have one."

Narrator: "The bankrobber is truly touched by Larry's good will. But
Larry, although momentarily distracted, is still excited about seeing
Santa."

Larry: "Oh, Santa! I can't wait for you to come,
I just can't wait for you to come, and I've got two cookies!
Two yummy cookies!
Just for you for when you come,
Only for you for when you come ...
Because it's Christmas!"

Bankrobber: (Simultaneously) "I'm a robber! I came to rob your bank, oh yes!
I came to rob your bank ... you shared a cookie--a yummy cookie.
Though I'd love to take your dimes, perhaps another time--
Because it's Christmas!"

[Knock, knock, knock]

Larry: "Could that be Santa?
Could that be him?
Could it be the one who brings presents for a cucumber like me, 
A good cucumber like me?"

Narrator: "Once again, it is not Santa who has come to Larry's door, but
this time a savage Norseman."

Larry: "Who are you?"

Viking: "I'm a Viking! And I've come to take your land, oh yes!
I've come to take your land, and I've come to burn your crops and steal your horses.
And I've come to ... step on your chickens! And soil your quilts!"

Narrator: "Although frightened by the intruder, in the spirit of
Christmas Larry makes an offering."

Larry: "I don't have land ... I don't have crops, my Viking friend,
But I have cookies--two yummy cookies.
And I don't have horses, but please take this, my Viking friend,
Eat one of these my viking friend,
They are for Santa, but you may have one."

Narrator: "The viking is also touched by Larry's good will. But Larry's
thoughts are still with Santa."

Larry: "Oh, Santa! I can't wait for you to come,
I just can't wait for you to come, and I've got a cookie! 
A yummy cookies!
Just for you for when you come,
Only for you for when you come ...
Because it's Christmas!"

Viking: (Simultaneously) "I'm a viking! I came to take your land, oh yes!
I came to take your land ... you shared a cookie--a yummy cookie.
Though I'd love to soil your quilts, I don't think that I wilt ...
Because it's Christmas!"

[Knock-knock-knock]

Larry: "Could that be Santa?
Could that be him?
Could it be the one who brings presents for a cucumber like me, 
A good cucumber like me?"

Narrator: "Larry is greeted now by an agent of the Internal Revenue
Service."

Larry: "Who are you?"

Peach: "I'm from the IRS! And I've come to tax your ..." [Slam door]

Larry: "Oh, Santa! I can't wait for you to come,
I just can't wait for you to come ...
It's finally Santa! It's finally him!
At last, the one who brings presents for a cucumber like me, 
A good cucumber like me!"

Santa: "I'm Santa! And I've come to bring you gifts, oh yes!
I've come to bring you gifts, and I've come to stuff your stockings--oh ho-ho-ho!
And I've come to jiggle my belly. And wiggle my - nose ...
Hey, wait a minute! Isn't that my belt? And what are you doing with my hat? So you're the ones!"

Bankrobber: "Wait a minute, I can explain!"

Viking: "We've changed!"

Santa: "Nobody messes with Santa! You know that, don't you? You've been
very naughty! And I've got a list!"
[IRS peach comes in]
IRS Peach: "Did you claim that?"
[Larry shakes head.  Peach grabs cookie and hops off]
Larry: "Merry ... Christmas!"