Yeknodathon Posted December 5, 2013 Share Posted December 5, 2013 His name was Michael, he was a showboy With yellow panties in his hair and a gown cut down to there He would meringue and do the Cha-Cha And while he tried to be a star, Radley always tended bar Across the crowded floor, they worked from eight till four They were strung and they had each other who could ask for more? At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa They fell in love His name was Nidan, he wore a carrot He was escorted to his chair, he saw Michael stumbling there And when he finished he called him over But Nidan went a bit too far, Radley sailed across the bar And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single nose job but just who snot who? At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa He lost his love Copa, Copacabana Copacabana Copa Copa, Copacabana Like in Havana Like a banana Music and passion Always a passion 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted December 5, 2013 Share Posted December 5, 2013 Copa................... And the sad thing is... I sang it all the way through to check you had the words sorted. Nicely done. *cough* Noba. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 6, 2013 Share Posted December 6, 2013 Well that really, really sucked. I mean, even for Yeknod it was poor, and that is saying something. I mean, you could search the annals of lousy lyrics for ages before you could come up with something worse. I mean, you can't imagine even Barry Manilow singing this song in his most desperate hour. Michael 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted December 6, 2013 Share Posted December 6, 2013 I sang it all the way through. Nicely done. Noba. The fact that you know the song well enough to sing it all the way through to check for mistakes, speaks volumes about just who you really are and goes a bit of the way to explain why good people keep their distance from you. In ancient times, lepers would ring a bell as they traveled to warn people not to stray to close. I imagine humming a "Barry's Pants-are-low" tune would serve the same purpose. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 7, 2013 Share Posted December 7, 2013 I mean, you can't imagine even Barry Manilow singing this song in his most desperate hour. Hell, I bet even Wayne Newton wouldn't sing it...at least in public. Maybe in the shower when he was sure nobody else was in the house. Even he would be embarrassed, and nothing, no matter how crass and slimy, embarrasses Wayne. Michael 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted December 7, 2013 Share Posted December 7, 2013 I remember all my life Raining down as cold as ice Shadows of a man A face through window cryin' in the night The night goes into Morning just another day Pengy people pass my way Looking in their eyes I see a memory I never realized How grumpy you made me Oh Emrys, well you came and You gave with more talking But I sent you away Oh Emrys, well you brushed me and Started me to shaking And I need you stop oh, Emrys 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted December 7, 2013 Author Share Posted December 7, 2013 Hell, I bet even Wayne Newton wouldn't sing it...at least in public. Maybe in the shower when he was sure nobody else was in the house. Even he would be embarrassed, and nothing, no matter how crass and slimy, embarrasses Wayne. Michael That one was a Peter Lemongello standard. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted December 8, 2013 Share Posted December 8, 2013 Quoting yourself, Michael? Isn't that a bit... masturbatory? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
costard Posted December 8, 2013 Share Posted December 8, 2013 I remember all my life Raining down as cold as ice Shadows of a man A face through window cryin' in the night The night goes into Morning just another day Pengy people pass my way Looking in their eyes I see a memory I never realized How grumpy you made me Oh Emrys, well you came and You gave with more talking But I sent you away Oh Emrys, well you brushed me and Started me to shaking And I need you stop oh, Emrys Moar, MOAR! Woot!!!ONE!!1l!!woot!!i 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Panzer Leader Posted December 8, 2013 Share Posted December 8, 2013 Has anyone got the time? I'm sure I left something around here somewhere, but I can't remember what it was or when I left it... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted December 9, 2013 Share Posted December 9, 2013 Has anyone got the time? I'm sure I left something around here somewhere, but I can't remember what it was or when I left it... Got the time for what? I was going to say you left your brains, but you never had any so that can't be it. Boo hurry up and sweep him off his feet, into the dumpster, there's a good lad. Got to get you to do something around here, OFJ will be cursing you for letting in the riff raff. Noba. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted December 9, 2013 Share Posted December 9, 2013 Has anyone got the time? I'm sure I left something around here somewhere, but I can't remember what it was or when I left it... It was Noba. You left him here and he's long past his sell by date, so take him with you when you leave. Preferably now. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted December 9, 2013 Share Posted December 9, 2013 It was Noba. You left him here and he's long past his sell by date, so take him with you when you leave. Preferably now. Sorry, never could sell me, couldn't even give me away. Fixture. Noba. You bought MG yet.... ? I still have the save game leading to your demise. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 9, 2013 Share Posted December 9, 2013 You bought MG yet.... ? I still have the save game leading to your demise. Great way to motivate him. To quietly ignore you, that is. Michael 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted December 9, 2013 Author Share Posted December 9, 2013 Quoting yourself, Michael? Isn't that a bit... masturbatory? Only you would make reference to playing with one's self. First of all I doubt he would waste a viagra tablet just for that. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted December 9, 2013 Share Posted December 9, 2013 You know I can't snort without you I can't snort without you I can't trot and I can't walk I'm findin' it hard even to talk And I feel glad when you're sad I feel sad when you're glad And you must know what I'm goin' through I just can't snort without you You came along just like a pong You blighted my day Who'd believe you were part of a scream That only seemed light years away And you know I can't snort without you I can't snort without you And you must know what I'm goin' through I just can't snort without you 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted December 9, 2013 Share Posted December 9, 2013 You got MG yet, I need to finish off your poor pixeltruppen. No. As a matter of fact, I'm playing games against two other rebels who don't have the updated game. Oh, we all laugh and point at you all in a frugal and responsible way. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted December 9, 2013 Share Posted December 9, 2013 No. As a matter of fact, I'm playing games against two other rebels who don't have the updated game. Oh, we all laugh and point at you all in a frugal and responsible way. Pah! Pathetic. And responsible is not a word that goes into a sentence that includes your name. Noba. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 10, 2013 Share Posted December 10, 2013 I'm findin' it hard even to talk Oh, if only! Michael 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidan1 Posted December 14, 2013 Author Share Posted December 14, 2013 No. As a matter of fact, I'm playing games against two other rebels who don't have the updated game. Oh, we all laugh and point at you all in a frugal and responsible way. No excuse now with the new bundle offerings, BFC must have provided them especially for you and the rest of your, er che, er frugal crowd. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 14, 2013 Share Posted December 14, 2013 Oh, go ahead and say it, Nidan, he's a piker. A cheapskate. A cheese paring, penny packing, tightfisted, skinflint. Go ahead, say it. You'll feel better. Michael 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted December 15, 2013 Share Posted December 15, 2013 I'd gladly pick up a Boo in a thrift store when my Michael got all loose and shabby and gets picked out for donation because you just don't get the quality and ruggedness from Chinese manufacturers. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted December 15, 2013 Share Posted December 15, 2013 I'd gladly pick up a Boo in a thrift store... Probably the best place to get one would be an alley dumpster. You could probably find one virtually new. People get quickly bored with theirs and throw them out. Since it is the kind of gift that clueless relatives give their young kin, the latter will reject them almost instantly. The best use for a stuffed Boo is as a target at the gun range. It's hilarious to see the way he jerks and twitches when the bullets hit. Just like real life. Michael 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mike_the_wino Posted December 16, 2013 Share Posted December 16, 2013 Well, lookies here. Tucked away in a dank, musty corner of the interwebs PENG LIVES! This takes me back a bit. Like an old shabby sweat shirt. Old, tattered and smelling musty but the memories. Oh lordy, the memories. How have you lads been? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted December 16, 2013 Share Posted December 16, 2013 Miserable. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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