Double Bass SICK FUN WITH LYRICS.

[SAlcott]

Comes a rainstorm, put your rubbers on your feet
Comes a snowstorm, you can get a little heat
Comes love, put a rubber on your ****.

Yeah, I know, it doesn't rhyme.Ya can't have everything.

 

[Paul Warburton]

Nice, man. But according to Fred's new rule, the title of that old Woody Herman fave is...(as Ed already posted.)
Comes ****.

Fred ain't into rhyme. He likes that smple ****. So do we.

 

[zeytoun]

Yeah, I know, it doesn't rhyme.Ya can't have everything.

Sure it does. (meat)

 

[Ron Lacey]

Sure it does. (meat)

 

[rdwhit]

strangers in the night
exchanging rubbers

this one is too tight
give me another

this one is too loose
i'm losing all my juice

 

[Ed Fuqua]

And that stunning Charles Mingus composition, DUKE ELLINGTON'S SOUND OF ****!

 

[Paul Warburton]

And that stunning Charles Mingus composition, DUKE ELLINGTON'S SOUND OF ****!

Why yes, that truly is a very blessed one.....stunning, indeed. I also enjoy, granted not as advanced harmonically or not as near angular, in terms of harmonic voicings (OR in terms of performance, needless to say.) as Mr. Mingus' composition but as equally endearing to me (and mine), "AT LONG, LAST ****!"
What say?

 

[Ed Fuqua]

Why yes, that truly is a very blessed one.....stunning, indeed. I also enjoy, granted not as advanced harmonically or not as near angular, in terms of harmonic voicings (OR in terms of performance, needless to say.) as Mr. Mingus' composition but as equally endearing to me (and mine), "AT LONG, LAST ****!"
What say?

You know, in most cases of this game, one could substitute sh*t and it would still work....

 

[Paul Warburton]

You know, in most cases of this game, one could substitute sh*t and it would still work....

Yes, one could, but the same goes for c*ck and/or d*ck.....
OH, NO!!!!! Where's that ****ing tune list?

 

[Ed Fuqua]

I, then, propose a toast. To the endless malleability of language, given sufficient wit and sensitivity to nuance....chin, chin.

 

[Paul Warburton]

I, then, propose a toast. To the endless malleability of language, given sufficient wit and sensitivity to nuance....chin, chin.

Yes, by all means,....chin, chin.
Might I add that it has been refreshingly pleasurable to have had the opportunity to explore these wonders of our language with one as linguistically astute yerowngoddamnself.
As before.....chin, chin.

 

[MisterFred]

These lyrics as actually sung at my Tuesday night rock jam hit: "And then while I'm away, I'll jerk off every day, and I'll send All My Jism to you. All My Jism...etc

 

[fred pratt]

That's actually Paul McCartney's subtext.

Funny thing, Fred. I was watching the movie Kinsey the other night, and the room where Kinsey is giving a presentation and collapses is none other than the Stanford White rotunda directly upstairs from where the Bronx Symphony played a few weeks ago.

And Ed and Paul, those aren't the only other words you can use, as I'm sure you may have considered. There is another word, a noun which I am not going to further describe, which fits delightfully well into many of these songs, particularly where a noun is called for. Here, here....

 

[Ed Fuqua]

Damm Fred, you got a dirty mind....

 

[Paul Warburton]

Really embarrassing....

 

[Don Higdon]

Let's not forget that Beatles hit -I Wanna Hold Your Gland

 

[MR PC]

They really started stretching with "Rubber Pole".

 

[Bobby King]

One of my own brilliant creations, to the tune of "You Don't Know Me" :

You're into kinky sex, you like it doggie style
And when I tie you up, that always makes you smile
You'll go for whips and chains, you want a little pain
But you won't blow me....

 

[Chebass88]

Come **** with me, let's ****, let's **** away,

ian

 

[Thor]

Moon Lover, tighter than a f**
I'm dressing you in drag, someday.