I agree. But how about this : Frank Zappa - You Are what you Is Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham...) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man From a middle class fam'ly Started singin' the blues 'Cause he thought it was manly Now he talks like the Kingfish ("Saffiiiee!") From Amos 'n Andy ("Holy mack'l dere. . .Holy mack'l dere") He tells you that chitlins. . . Well, they taste just like candy He thinks that he's got De whole thang down From the Nivea Lotion To de Royal Crown Do you know what you are? You are what you is You is what you am (A cow don't make ham. . .) You ain't what you're not So see what you got You are what you is An' that's all it 'tis A foolish young man Of the Negro Persuasion Devoted his life To become a Caucasian He stopped eating pork He stopped eating greens He traded his dashiki ("Uhuru!") For some Jordache Jeans He learned to play golf An' he got a good score Now he says to himself "I AIN'T NO NIGGER NO MORE. HEY! HEY! "I don't understand you. . ." BWANA MA-COO-BAH" Would you please speak more clearly..." MERCEDES BAINNNNNNNZ Who is who (I don't know...) 'N what is what (Somethin' I just don't know...) 'N why is this (Tell me now...) Appropriot (That's a funny pronunciation if 'n ever I heard one...) If you don't like (Where'd you get that word?) What you has got (Appropriot? The word is not...) Drop it in the dirt (Drop it yeah. . .) 'N let it rot (I can smell it now. . .) Someone else (Here de come, here de come...) Will surely come (I told you they was comin'. . .) 'N pick it up (That's right!) 'Cause he wants some (An'he wants it for free. ..) And when one day (There will come a day...) You wonder who (I wonder too...) You used to was (Who I was anyway. . .) 'N what you do (I used to work at the post office...) You'll scratch your head (But I don't wanna un-do my doo. . .) 'N look around (just to see what's goin' on. . .) But what you lost (Can't seem to find it...) Will not be found A Mercedes Benz.. Do you know what you are? (I know...) You are what you is (I'm the kinda guy...) You is what you am (That ought to be drivin' a Mercedes Benz...) A cow don't make a ham (A four-fifty SLC. . .) You ain't what your not (A big of red one. . .) So see what you got (With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk.. .) You are what you is (I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin'. ..) An' that's all it is (Gimme a five dollar bill. . .) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (And an overcoat too...) AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS (Robbie, take me to Creek Town...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (I'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband...) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS (I'm goin down to White Street, y'all...) YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS (Gone down to the Mudd Club, 'n work the wall...) AN THAT'S ALL IT IS ('N work the floor 'n work the pipe 'N work the wall some more. . . And here we are at the Mudd Club, y'all... I hîðå you enjoy yourself, cause the show's about To begin. . .) (biles is biles hezey is not hezey, just hezey )
Germans will make fun of this band, but I think they're fun: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHk5XAfl5K0 heh: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bg7V-0WO0tc
Well.. since we got some Bob Seger goin'... Here are two of my favorites for all the wrong reasons: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z79WgK_J5ag&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wd3Mt8JBBBg Maybe I should post this at the Cuba talk: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBfjU3_XOaA&feature=related Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,
I wish I could write music. I wish I gave enough of a shit to do the writing. I would like to put to notes a song about a guy stoned on crystal meth fucking up really bad in a gully, with a bunny and a string. I guess it would have to be Nigger music.... which I don't know how to write or think. It would prolly be better done in country music beat, except that rednecks would never admit they are a bunch of fuck-ups.... Throat music?? Yeah. That will do. LololLOLOLOLOlololololoooooooo..........LOLOLOLOLOLO Anyone can get addled on prozac, is easy! Consult your doctor
