There's a moose in my house, I don't know what to do. There's a moose in my house, I think there might be two.

Beck-Girl I saw her, yea I saw her With her black tongue tied round the roses A fist pounding on a vending machine Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger With a noose she can hang from the sun And put it out with her dark sunglasses Walking crooked down the beach She spits on the sand Where their bones are bleaching And I know I'm gonna steal her eye She doesn't even know what's wrong And I know I'm gonna make her die Take her where her soul belongs And I know I'm gonna steal her eye Nothing that I wouldn't try Hey, my sun-eyed girl Hey, my sun-eyed girl My sun-eyed girl Hey, my sun-eyed girl I saw her, yea I saw her With her hands tied back Rags a' burnin' Calling out from a landfilled life Scrawlin' her name upon the ceiling Throw a coin in a fountain of dust White noise, BELLS are ringing Got a ticket for my midnight hanging Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving And I know I'm gonna steal her eye She doesn't even know what's wrong And I know I'm gonna make her die Take her where her soul belongs And I know I'm gonna steal her eye Nothing that I wouldn't try Hey, my sun-eyed girl Hey, my sun-eyed girl My sun-eyed girl Hey, my sun-eyed girl

I think that Whiter Shade of Pale must fit into thhis category, though I love the song...We skipped the light fandango turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink the waiter brought a tray And so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale She said, 'There is no reason and the truth is plain to see.' But I wandered through my playing cards and would not let her be one of sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast and although my eyes were open they might have just as well've been closed

Picture yourself in a boat on a river, With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with kaleidoscope eyes. Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, Towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, And she's gone. Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies, Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers, That grow so incredibly high. Newspaper taxis appear on the shore, Waiting to take you away. Climb in the back with your head in the clouds, And you're gone. Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Picture yourself on a train in a station, With plasticine porters with looking glass ties, Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle, The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.

Fish heads fish heads rolly-polly fish heads fish heads fish heads eat them up Yum/they don't play baseball they don't wear sweaters they're not good dancers they're not good to eat/fish heads fish heads rolly-polly fish heads fish heads fish heads eat them up Yum. I'm not sure about the order of the words but this is pretty close. There was also a video to go with it featuring real fish heads.

Raffi - Bananaphone BOOP BOO BA DOO BA DOOP! BOOP BOO BA DOO BA DOOP! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring - Banana phone Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring - Banana phone I've got this feeling, so appealing For us to get together, and sing, sing! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring - Banana phone Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding - Danana phone It grows in bunches, I've got my hunches It's the best, beats the rest, cellular, modular, interactive-odular Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring - Banana phone BOOP BOO BA DOO BA DOOP! Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping - Panana phone It's no baloney, it ain't a phony My cellular, bananular phone Don't need quarters, don't need dimes, to call a friend of mine. Don't need computer or TV to have a real good time. I'll call for pizza, I'll call my cat, I'll call the white house, have a chat, I'll place a call around the world, operator get me Beijing jing jing jing. Yes! Play that thing! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring - Banana phone BOOP BOO BA DOO BA DOOP! Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying - Yanana phone It's real live momma-and-poppa-phone, a brother and sister and a dog-o-phone, a grandpa phone and a grandma phone, My cellular, bananular phone! Banana phone - Ring, ring ring. It's a phone with a peel! Banana phone - Ring, ring ring. Now you can have your phone and eat it too! Banana phone! - Ring, ring ring. This song drives me .. Banana phone! - Ring, ring ring. BOOP BOO BA DOO BA DOOP!

Trucker Hat by Bowling For Soup: This is the song that reminds me of my trucker hat That I used to wear not to block out the sun With a john deere logo and a stain on the back From where you laid me out flat one look I was done And all these things mean nothing to me When I’m with you I’ve got everything I could want and I could need Even God he would agree You and I were meant to be It’s easy to see I’ll never go out of style on you And nothing really feels the way you do Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good When you fit me like you do This is the verse about the Parachute pants That I learned to break dance in and thought I was good So much for believing the fat guy doesn’t win get the girl in the end I never thought that I could And all these things mean nothing to me When I’m with you I’ve got everything I could want and I could need Even God he would agree You and I were meant to be It’s easy to see I’ll never go out of style on you And nothing really feels the way you do Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good When you fit me like you do I’m not the perfect guy a little slow but I’ve Got perfect timing with you Got perfect timing with you Take a look around Outside the in crowd There aint nothing we cant do [3X] I’ll never go out of style on you And nothing really feels the way you do Nothing in the world could ever make me look as good When you fit me like you do

the Frantics - Boot To The Head Yi yi yai yi.... People talking in movie shows, People smoking in bed! People voting Republican, Give them a boot to the head! Boot to the Head! Yah, yah... Boot to the Head! Yah, yah... Boot to the Head! Yah, yah... Boot to the Head! Yah yah yah.. yah. yah yah yah... Mechanics who can't fix a car, Politicians who can't think! The salesman who won't leave me alone, The waiter who forgot my drink! (Refrain) Boot to the head! Yah, yah.. Boot to the head! Yah, yah.. Boot to the head! Yah, yah.. BOOT TO THE HEAD

It was and wasn't, at the same time, an actual song. It was a Dutch (?) theme from a kids TV show that TMST (Too Much Spare Time) added english words to (and a funny animation as well). http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/128800 Earring who'd call collect Bound to dis your float accounts Lost the root, Al found it, Sigmund Here comes the big underpants! Hail Colin, them Geeks do hear, and come on to wish you out! Namely, first, "Vader" wants to do some stuff for you. "Computer there? Hehehe (: Care for my new hand?" "Oooh, we are close!" "I say, er, pull that cripple down, sir!" "On any Zig? Eat my cheese! Slow down and get Andrew Kepple to match it." "Yeah man! Maurice A! Get Andrew Kepple to match this!" "Exoliting SEGNA-line, Yay, mix lucks with May dance!" "Dung harbour!" Flying here in the clouds And it wouldn't doubt a flood Throw your almond in the loo Ah, new Sega with a suit! Slap me 'round, Olsen Clowns Save the world with Underpants! "Colin, you're-- (By Cupid and Dancer!)" "Uh, Dancer? Ah, it walked out the uber-bomb now, sir! It don't stick, baby. You can't slap her." You're the king of Bruise-A-Root Ma, the Sane (of Manic Norway) Doom Baboon, The Dunce Cockney, Mars Viking, Rail Car Flying here in the clouds And it wouldn't doubt a flood Throw your almond in the loo Ah, new Sega with a suit! Slap me 'round, Olsen Clowns Save the world with Underpants! Flying here in the clouds And it wouldn't doubt a flood Throw your almond in the loo Ah, new Sega with a suit! Slap me 'round, Olsen Clowns Save the world with Underpants! You lead us and Necktie boy Blow, I'll just crawl over Ma Tar & Dune come often here To drink their rail car Flying here in the clouds And it wouldn't doubt a flood Throw your almond in the loo Ah, new Sega with a suit! Slap me 'round, Olsen Clowns Save the world with Underpants!

My hump my hump my hump my hump, my hump my hump my hump

Theme to "The Blob", by the Five Blobs Beware of the Blob It creeps And leaps And glides And slides Across the floor Right through The door And all around the wall A splotch, a blotch Be careful of the Blob (repeat ad nauseum)

Gingrich The Newt, by The Austin Lounge Lizards. "We'd like to set the record straight by singing of the newt For newts are open minded, they are flexible and cute A newt can breath on water and a newt can breath on land, and if you are a different critter newts will understand. Newts are not mean spirited they never are unfair Newts are not underhanded and are not afraid to share Newts do not have bad haircuts, because newts are lacking hair But one newt called Gingrich drives all true newts to despair Gingrich the newt's a disgrace to the name When true newts see him they feel so ashamed He's the black sheep of the newt family The one rotten fruit on the newt family tree Newts don't prey on other newts, in that they don't believe And you'll never catch a newt with something up his sleeve. They're tolerant of different envioronments and so, they don't send little newties to the orphanage to grow What kind of newt wears a suit and a tie And frightens small children as he rushes by? Though we'll admit that a suit suits him good, much more discreet than a sheet and a hood. Ginrgich the newt is puffed up like a toad So full of himself that he's bound to explode And then we will raise up our tails in salute In a fitting tribute To that horse's pattoot Gingrich The Newt!!!" A song that somehow manages to praise small amphibions *And* criticise a polition in one fell swoop, doesn't get much stranger than that...

the lyrics to WHAT CONDITION MY CONDITION WAS IN by THE NEW EDITION/with KENNY RODGERS

Among the many songs I see on here, "I am the Walrus" by the Beatles I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. I'm crying. Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come. Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday. Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob Mister City P'liceman sitting Pretty little policemen in a row. See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run. I'm crying. I'm cry------------ing, I'm crying. I'm cry------------ing. Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your Knickers down. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun. If the sun don't come, you get a tan From standing in the English rain. I am the eggmen, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob Expert texpert choking smokers, Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he, he he, ha, ha, ha) See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied. I'm crying. Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower. Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna. Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob, g'goo goo g'joob g'goo (rhythmical speaking along with juba's). Juba juba juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba juba. Juba juba..... -------------------------------------------------- Thanks to http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I-Am-the-Walrus-lyrics-The-Beatles/251F4ED8AB28FCD448256BC2001430BF

McFly - Little Joanna Little Joanna's got big blue eyes Coconut cream and coffee colored thighs I could die lying in her arms Where castles are made of sand We start to dance But only the music is beating when crickets replace the band CHORUS: She will always be my sunkissed trampoline, She goes up and down in my heart, Turned into jelly beans And I'm starting to believe that danger's never near, When Joanna is here. Little Joanna's like a lazerbeam sky. GLuteos Maximus like a firefly And That's why I'm a kissaphobic Where cellulite dreams were made, like lemonade, But when the shivers are salty and sea foam's the colour of space. CHORUS: She will always be my sunkissed trampoline, She goes up and down in my heart, Turned into jelly beans And i'm starting to believe that danger's never near, When Joanna is here. God, I love Joanna But she don't understand much I love it when our hands touch Knowing that I'm near Apple-flavored lip gloss Achilles ware's a necklace I'm feeling young and reckless When Joanna is here Little Joanna's got big blue eyes I could die lying in her arms where castles are made of sand We start to dance But only the music is bleeding when crickets replace the band CHORUS: She will always be my sunkissed trampoline, She goes up and down in my heart, Turned into jelly beans And i'm starting to believe that danger's never near, Oh when Joanna is here

The groups name i do not know........ "I have a girlfriend, her name is rama rama dingdong, shes my girl, her name is rama rama dingdong" Recorded in the late 50's and i do not have a clue what the song means.

There are some kinda odd lines... Guzzle down, My neck will burn as we kiss and I'm sick in your mouth. (Lightspeed Champion) And these blue october lyrics... Some kind of light at the end I'm touching the edge of her skin Once so hard to speak Now so easy to play around Catching your eye you know That eye that slapped you in your face and called you a puppy Well how do you say I was hypnotized Hypnotized My words, they pour Like children to the playground Children to the playground You make me smile There's some kind of light at the end Stoned, forgetful, and then I'm drinking what used to be sin And touching the edge of her skin And this song... The whispers in the hall never bother her at all, Or the laughter from the boys in the gymnasium, Frauline Mueller is alarmed at the scratches on her arm, And the German homework is late again, oh no, She's a Sleestak The neighbours are concerned about the bruises and the burns, And the seaweed smell that comes in from the rain, And there's something wrong with the Johnson's lawn, Someone says "Honey, have you seen the cats today?" She's a Sleestak (These are the monsters that sleep within your minds) Ich darf nicht essen die toten katzen, Ich darf nicht trinken the blute aus der hamstern, Ich darf nicht essen die toten katzen, (Oh oh, oh oh oh oh) Ich darf nicht trinken the blute aus der hamstern, (Oh oh, oh oh oh oh) Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh oh, oh. (These are the monsters that sleep within your minds) That's all i can think of for now.

Chicka chicka boom boom Chicka chicka boom boom

It's important to practice good hygiene At least if you wanna run with my team I'm bout to get into some s*&t that I've seen This fool's breath, I mean so bad it'll melt your ice cream They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things Sittin too close to him it burned(?) like my eyes sting I try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum I was a victim of breath on him Running his yap about what sets he from Gotta get some gum gotta get him some He turned it down, his teeth was brown Excruciating for him and it was a new sensation I had to ask the dope to pass the soap Cuz his toe had the sniff of crustaceans Or bathrooms in a bus station He had a can of Olde E and some raisins Amazing... head to toe B.O. He didn't know, used to the fragrance Just as the days went without bathing He felt manly and not like a maiden He had one dread, and fungus Said he worked on peoples' toilets with plungers Girls let the guy you were with ???? So guys take your cue from this number [CHORUS] (x2) You gotta wash your a$s, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy Now at class you need total concentration But there's kids in the back holdin conversations Crackin on each other, and neither were poster boys Both of em smell like the type that soap avoids Coast and Joy, they leave their absence One's fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks Brimstone, girls would never bring him home I was laughin, then his friend raised his tone And said, "Bud(?) you rolled all over yourself" "yeaaa" I know some people your a$s should be submerged Like you need to deal with water cuz you smell like a turd Wanna cap get some courage, your feet smell lurid Well look it up And while you're at it, get a cup And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle You get our vote for most stinkiest That %^*$@ started thinkin of shit, said I was frail I said he was stale Underarms is ripe Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holy sweats And we holdin bets, and after this I'm gonna collect ^*($# check, yourself Respect yourself And wash your mothaf%&^*n body 'fore your sweatshirt melt Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive The funk got you captive You don't need a map b!%ch [CHORUS] (x2) You gotta wash your a$s, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy That is called If you must