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Best rock lyric ever?
- Thread starter AaronVonRock
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The original was blues . This thread was asking for best rock Lyric nowhere does it say original . So MR Know it all go act like that somewhere else cause this place does not need that attitude.
I doubt if all that all that many of us can quote every blues song a lyric was "borrowed" from. I didn't see that as a "know it all" comment, just fact.
Lets rock around the clock tonight......
My dad bought this when it first came out and gave it to us we rocked it to death dancing around causing many scratches and skips over the years. been rocking and rolling ever since
My dad bought this when it first came out and gave it to us we rocked it to death dancing around causing many scratches and skips over the years. been rocking and rolling ever since
I rank "We built this city on rock and roll" as one of the worst lyrics of all time.
It's even worse than Take it on the Run by REO Speedwagon where they rhyme "it" with "minute".
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You missed the point there was no need for the comment at all . But then I guess you know the person that made the comment and came to defend him. The point was the OP was looking for Best Rock lyric ever. There was no mention of has to be original or anything so the comment had no place because no one said at any point it was original.
Wouldn't know the person that made the comment if he-or she-stood in front of me, so wasn't defending. Did, however, think your post was unnecessarily hostile-or just unnecessary. I'd venture a guess that a large number of songs have lines that can be found in other songs. BFD.
Some funny country music lyrics.
How much smoke can one stove make? The kids won’t eat my charcoal cake.
If I hit that fishing hole today, she’d be packing all her things, and she’d be gone by noon.
Drop kick me, Jesus, through the goal posts of life.
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart.
Some people look down on me, but I don’t give a rip. I’ll stand barefooted in my front yard with a baby on my hip.
You know, 40 sure has come fast, and my metabolism is getting slow, so tonight can I make love with my shirt on?
You can’t Rollerskate in a Buffalo Herd
You can’t take a shower in a parakeet cage, but you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.
You’re the reason our kids are ugly, little darling.
So, I made her the queen of my double-wide trailer, with the polyester curtains and the redwood deck. Times she’s run off, and I’ve got to trail her—dang her black heart and her pretty red neck.
A reckless discharge of a gun: that’s what the officers are claiming. Bubba hollered, ‘Reckless? Heck, I hit just where I was aiming.
Fix me up with a mannequin. Just remember I like blondes. I’ll be the life of the party, even when I’m dead and gone.
Then you can slap my bottom, every time you tell a joke. Just as long as you keep tipping, well, I’ll laugh until you’re broke.
Even without an invitation, there were at least 500 re-dedications. And we all got re-baptized whether we needed it or not.
I love you honey. I love your money. Most of all I love your automobile.
I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.
Well, you can see the neighbor’s butt crack nailing on his shingles, and his woman’s smoking Pall Mall’s watchin’ Laura Ingalls. And Granny’s gettin’ lit. She’s headin’ out to bingo.
She may be an angel who spends all winter, bringin’ the homeless blankets and dinner, a regular Nobel Peace Prize winner, but I really hate her. I’ll think of a reason later.
I’m a sky-bo. That’s a new kind of hobo for planes.
Nah, you ain’t gotta be born out in the sticks with an F-150 and a 30-06, or have a Bubba in the family tree to get on down with me.
Don’t I warn you when you’re gettin fat? Ain’t I a gonna take you fishin’ with me someday? Well, a man can’t love a woman more than that.
The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells, standing by a woman in a long white lacey veil. I raised the veil, and she smiled at me without her left front tooth.
Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison, and I went to pick her up in the rain. But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck, she got runned over by a darned old train.
All my exes live in Texas, and Texas is the place I’d really love to be. But all my exes live in Texas. And that’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
How much smoke can one stove make? The kids won’t eat my charcoal cake.
If I hit that fishing hole today, she’d be packing all her things, and she’d be gone by noon.
Drop kick me, Jesus, through the goal posts of life.
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart.
Some people look down on me, but I don’t give a rip. I’ll stand barefooted in my front yard with a baby on my hip.
You know, 40 sure has come fast, and my metabolism is getting slow, so tonight can I make love with my shirt on?
You can’t Rollerskate in a Buffalo Herd
You can’t take a shower in a parakeet cage, but you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.
You’re the reason our kids are ugly, little darling.
So, I made her the queen of my double-wide trailer, with the polyester curtains and the redwood deck. Times she’s run off, and I’ve got to trail her—dang her black heart and her pretty red neck.
A reckless discharge of a gun: that’s what the officers are claiming. Bubba hollered, ‘Reckless? Heck, I hit just where I was aiming.
Fix me up with a mannequin. Just remember I like blondes. I’ll be the life of the party, even when I’m dead and gone.
Then you can slap my bottom, every time you tell a joke. Just as long as you keep tipping, well, I’ll laugh until you’re broke.
Even without an invitation, there were at least 500 re-dedications. And we all got re-baptized whether we needed it or not.
I love you honey. I love your money. Most of all I love your automobile.
I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.
Well, you can see the neighbor’s butt crack nailing on his shingles, and his woman’s smoking Pall Mall’s watchin’ Laura Ingalls. And Granny’s gettin’ lit. She’s headin’ out to bingo.
She may be an angel who spends all winter, bringin’ the homeless blankets and dinner, a regular Nobel Peace Prize winner, but I really hate her. I’ll think of a reason later.
I’m a sky-bo. That’s a new kind of hobo for planes.
Nah, you ain’t gotta be born out in the sticks with an F-150 and a 30-06, or have a Bubba in the family tree to get on down with me.
Don’t I warn you when you’re gettin fat? Ain’t I a gonna take you fishin’ with me someday? Well, a man can’t love a woman more than that.
The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells, standing by a woman in a long white lacey veil. I raised the veil, and she smiled at me without her left front tooth.
Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison, and I went to pick her up in the rain. But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck, she got runned over by a darned old train.
All my exes live in Texas, and Texas is the place I’d really love to be. But all my exes live in Texas. And that’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
Yep, country is full of weird and off beat lyrics sometimes. 
What happens when you play a country song backwards?
What happens when you play a country song backwards?
I think it's "borne", not "born". That's what sets up the joke. Great song.
Come, let's stroll
Stroll across the floor
Come, let's stroll
Stroll across the floor
Now turn around, baby
Let's stroll once more
Feel so good
Take me by my hand
I feel so good
Take me by my hand
And let's go strolling
In wonderland
Strollin', oh yeah
Strollin', rollin', strollin'
Well, rock my soul
How I love to stroll.
Stroll across the floor
Come, let's stroll
Stroll across the floor
Now turn around, baby
Let's stroll once more
Feel so good
Take me by my hand
I feel so good
Take me by my hand
And let's go strolling
In wonderland
Strollin', oh yeah
Strollin', rollin', strollin'
Well, rock my soul
How I love to stroll.
Ya get yer wife, dog and truck back.Yep, country is full of weird and off beat lyrics sometimes.
What happens when you play a country song backwards?
Agree on the sentiment on the Starship lyric.
I grew up about an hour away from the city where REO got their start. Not sure if Kevin Cronin came from there or not. But as far as I’m concerned, “it” and “minute” DO rhyme when you’re from north central Illinois.
Ah, the flat, midwestern "accent". If Starship wanted to be accurate, they woulda said "We built this city on reclaimed marshland"
