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32 worst lyrics of all time The local Bostonia alternative weekly did a poll of its readers to determine the worst song lyrics of all time, and the full list can be found here:
http://www.thephoenix.com...14634.aspx However, these were picked among the worst: THE SONG: Black Eyed Peas, "My Humps" THE LYRIC: “My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps.” THE VERDICT: This has got to be the least appealing description for the female anatomy every conceived. THE SONG: Chubb Rock, “ Mr. Large” THE LYRIC: “Like Mario Puzo, I'm The Don. W-W-I'M-THE-SHIT-DOT-COM” THE VERDICT: We keep trying to get to this website. Keep getting error messages. Oh, wait. Yeah, he only says two Ws. The last W was obviously being reserved for “what the fuck?” THE SONG: Limp Bizkit, "Break Stuff" THE LYRIC: "It's just one of those days/When you don't wanna wake up/Everything is fucked / Everybody sucks/You don't really know why/But you wanna justify/Rippin' someone's head off" THE VERDICT: Music is supposed to move people. This song just happened to move people to assault women and set fires at Woodstock ’99. | |
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I question the integrity of the article and its writer(s) with this:
THE SONG: Donna Summers, et al "MacArthur Park" THE LYRIC: "Someone left the cake out in the rain/I don't think I could take it, `cause it took so long to bake it/And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no!" THE VERDICT: Oft-cited on these lists, this song is classically inscrutable. But sometimes "inscrutable" is just a polite way of saying "not very good." Get the artist's name right, for cryin' out loud! One they forgot: Baby lose my breaf...lose my breaf, BABY BOY! lose my breaf...lose my breaf...lose my breaf...BABY BOY! I actually counted how many times they said that when I first heard the song. Don't remember the number, but it was too high. | |
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I would nominate Bowling for Soup's "1985", in which they mention Blondie, who fucking broke up in 1982, damn it! Feel free to join in the Prince Album Poll 2018! Let'a celebrate his legacy by counting down the most beloved Prince albums, as decided by you! | |
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THE SONG: R. Kelly, "Ignition (remix)"
THE LYRIC: "It's the remix to ignition/Hot and fresh out the kitchen/Mama rollin that body got every man in here wishin’/Sippin on coke and rum/I'm like so what I'm drunk/it's the freakin' weekend/Baby I'm about to have me some fun" THE VERDICT: R. Kelly's lyrics, of course, are bad in the best way possible, like bad in a way that makes you scream at your friends in the car to bring their attention to them, which apparently really happened to our friend, the Waitress, who suggested we add this to our list: "I had been telling my friend Erin about its ridiculous lyrics for weeks. Then one fateful night I was driving her home and flipping through the stations when there it was. I almost deafened her when I screamed, ‘THIS IS IT!!!!!’ We laughed so hard listening to it." So many great lines by the R. "I'm butt naked, socks, and house shoes," the entire "Feelin' on Your Booty" remix, etc. I'm so glad they reminded me about that LFO song! No one can convince me that wasn't some kind of sick joke. "Whitney was purely and simply one of a kind." ~ Clive Davis | |
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Where's Madonna? | |
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Hmmm, no mentions of
"I'm drinking a soy latte" "Miami/My mammy" "Maybe we'll meet in a bar/he'll drive a funky car" anywhere to be found. I'm the first mammal to wear pants. | |
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The engine probably crashes if you enter Madonna.
The Most Important Thing In Life Is Sincerity....Once You Can Fake That, You Can Fake Anything. | |
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Every word on Neil Young's Living With War.
Everything by R Kelly. [Edited 7/6/06 23:37pm] There are three sides to every story. My side, your side, and the truth. And no one is lying. Memories shared serve each one differently | |
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Eternal - Don't you love me
Child goes to the store for a loaf of bread (Don't you love me, don't you love me no more) Bullets flying all around his head (Don't you love me, don't you love me no more) Said he's hurting, gone and lost his job (Don't you love me, don't you love me no more) To feed his family got to steal and rob (Don't you love me, don't you love me no more) All he wants to know is do you love me (Do you love me, don't you love me no more) All he needs to know is do you love me (Do you love me, don't you love me no more) Why does granny have to walk the streets? (Don't you love me, don't you love me no more) Trying to find a sheltered place to sleep (Don't you love me, don't you love me no more) What is this song about? People stealin shit just cuz this man doesn't love this woman anymore? I just don't get it... The Hottest chip of them all - www.hotchip.co.uk - Get down with Prince
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hey can somebody post that song that has this line :
"trying to pass for eighteen is a tough thing to do... you can't make it in the disco when you're forty-two." | |
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lazycrockett said: The engine probably crashes if you enter Madonna.
Now that's just wrong. I'm not sayin' it ain't funny... or (at times) true... Listen to me on The House of Pop Culture podcast on itunes http://itunes.apple.com/u...d438631917 | |
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Some latin terrible lyrics:
Gloria Estefan "Conga"-- "Come On Shake Your Body Baby Do The Conga I Know You Can't Control Yourself Any Longer Feel The Rhythm Of The Music Getting Stronger Don't You Fight It 'til You Tried It Do That Conga Beat" "Todo está bien chévere" Stevie | |
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"Why Can't This Be Love" by Van Halen
Whoa, here it comes That funny feelin' again windin' Me up inside Every time we touch Hey, I don't know Oh, tell me where to begin 'Cause I never ever Felt so much. Hey! An' I can't recall any love at all Oh baby, this blows 'em all away It's got what it takes So tell me why can't this be love? Straight from my heart oh tell Me why Can't this be love? I tell myself, "Hey! Only fools rush in" an' only Time will tell If we stand the test of time All I know You've got to run to win an' I'll Be damned if I'll get hung up on the line. Hey! No, I can't recall any thing at all Oh baby, this blows 'em all away Woo! It's got what it takes So tell me why can't this be love? You want it straight from the heart oh, tell Me why Can't this be love? (Guitar Solo) Woo! It's got what it takes So tell me why can't this be love? Straight from the heart, oh tell Me why Can't this be love? Baby, why can't this be love? Got to know why can't this Be love? I wanna know why can't this Be love? Awful. "And only time will tell/If we stand the test of time"?? That's like saying, "Only hamburgers taste like hamburgers." I simply detest this lyric. "I'm In Love With A Stripper" by T PAIN Goddamn Lil Mama U know u thick as hell u know what im sayin Matter fact After the club u know what im talkin bout Me and my niggas gone be together u know what im sayin I aint gon worry bout them really though Im just lookin at u Yea u know U got them big ass hips god damn! Got the body of a goddess Got eyes of a pecan brown, i see you girl Droppin Low She Comin Down from the ceiling To tha floo Yea She Know what she doin Yea yea yea She doin that right thang Yea yea yea yea yea I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang Cause I'm in love with a stripper [Chorus x2] She poppin she rollin' she rollin' She climbin' that pole and I'm in love with a stripper She trippin she playin she playin I'm not goin nowhere girl I'm stayin I'm in love with a stripper [Chorus x2] Out of all the girls she be the hottest Liking the way she break it down I see you girl Spinnin' wide And she lookin' at me Right in my eyes Yea she got my attention yea yea yea Enough to get me to mention I need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang 'Cause I'm in love with a stripper [Chorus x2] She can pop it she can lock it Take the pinderas down im bout to see this sexy girl In my bed She don't know what she is doin' To my head Yea she turnin' tricks on me Yea Yea Yea She don't even know me Yea yea yea ea I'd have got her over to my crib to do that night thing Cause I'm in love with a stripper "To do that night thing." Good grief. "Separate Lives" by Phil Collins & Marilyn Martin You called me from the room in your hotel All full of romance for someone that you met And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your room Do I feel lonely too? You have no right to ask me how I feel You have no right to speak to me so kind We can't go on just holding on to time Now that we're living separate lives Well I held on to let you go And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show There was no way to compromise So now we're living (living) Separate lives Ooh, it's so typical, love leads to isolation So you build that wall (build that wall) Yes, you build that wall (build that wall) And you make it stronger Well you have no right to ask me how I feel You have no right to speak to me so kind Some day I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes But for now, we'll go on living separate lives Yes for now, we'll go on living separate lives Separate lives That first verse is just dreadful. "I Can't Dance" by Genesis Hot sun beating down burning my feet just walking around. Hot sun making me sweat 'Gators getting close, hasn't got me yet I can't dance, I can't talk. Only thing about me is the way I walk. I can't dance, I can't sing I'm just standing here selling everything. Billy Jean's sitting on the beach, her dog's talking to me, but she's out of reach. She's got a body under that shirt, but all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt. Cos, I can't dance, I can't talk. Only thing about me is the way I walk. I can't dance, I can't sing I'm just standing here selling. Oh and checking everything is in place, you never know who's looking on. Young punk spilling beer on my shoes, fat guy's talking to me trying to steal my blues. Thick smoke, see her smiling through. I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool. But I can't dance, I can't talk. The only thing about me is the way that I walk. I can't dance, I can't sing I'm just standing here selling Oh and checking everything is in place You never know who's looking on A perfect body with a perfect face - uh-huh. No, I can't dance, I can't talk. The only thing about me is the way I walk. No, I can't dance, I can't sing I'm just standing here selling everything. But I can walk. No I can't dance. No no no I can't dance No I said I can't sing. But I can walk. What's he sellin', exactly? "Girl, I'm Gonna Miss You" by Milli Vanilli I knew it from the start You would break my heart But still I had to play this painful part You wrapped me 'round your little-bitty finger With your magic smile You kept me hangin' on a lovers cross a while You put your spell on me Took my breath away But there was nothin' I could do to make you stay I'm gonna miss you All the love I feel for you Nothing could make me change my point of view Oh girl I'm gonna miss you baby (CHORUS:) Giving all the love I feel for you Couldn't make you change your point of view You're leavin' Now I'm sittin' here, Wastin' my time I just don't know what I should do It's a tragedy for me To see the dream is over And I never will forget the day we met Girl I'm gonna miss you Like a honey bee You took the best of me Now I can't erase those memories Like a fairy tale You were so unreal You left a scar that's so hard to heal When you had a taste of paradise Back on earth can feel As cold as ice I'm gonna miss you I'm gonna miss you I miss you (CHORUS:) Giving all the love I feel for you Couldn't make you change your point of view You're leavin' Now I'm sittin' here, wastin' my time I just don't know what I should do It's a tragedy for me To see the dream is over And I never will forget the day we met Girl I'm gonna miss you It's a tragedy for me To see the dream is over And I never will forget the day we met Girl I'm gonna miss you "When you had a taste of paradise/Back on earth can feel/As cold as ice." Hell no. "She made me glad to be a man" | |
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This list should have 32 songs "written" by R Kelly. | |
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shoop,shoop,shoop....shoop whitney houston Yoda is my Mentor! | |
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AvramsDad said: This list should have 32 songs "written" by R Kelly.
"You remind me of my Jeep"is by far...his worst...followed by that "Closet" BS | |
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GhostX said: AvramsDad said: This list should have 32 songs "written" by R Kelly.
"You remind me of my Jeep"is by far...his worst...followed by that "Closet" BS C'mon, you remind me is pure fucking poetry! You remind me of my jeep, I wanna ride it Something like my sound, I wanna pump it Girl you look just like my cars, I wanna wax it And something like my bank account I wanna spend it, baby There are three sides to every story. My side, your side, and the truth. And no one is lying. Memories shared serve each one differently | |
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"I Can't Dance" by Genesis
Hot sun beating down burning my feet just walking around. Hot sun making me sweat 'Gators getting close, hasn't got me yet I can't dance, I can't talk. Only thing about me is the way I walk. I can't dance, I can't sing I'm just standing here selling everything. Billy Jean's sitting on the beach, her dog's talking to me, but she's out of reach. She's got a body under that shirt, but all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt. Cos, I can't dance, I can't talk. Only thing about me is the way I walk. I can't dance, I can't sing I'm just standing here selling. Oh and checking everything is in place, you never know who's looking on. Young punk spilling beer on my shoes, fat guy's talking to me trying to steal my blues. Thick smoke, see her smiling through. I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool. But I can't dance, I can't talk. The only thing about me is the way that I walk. I can't dance, I can't sing I'm just standing here selling Oh and checking everything is in place You never know who's looking on A perfect body with a perfect face - uh-huh. No, I can't dance, I can't talk. The only thing about me is the way I walk. No, I can't dance, I can't sing I'm just standing here selling everything. But I can walk. No I can't dance. No no no I can't dance No I said I can't sing. But I can walk. What's he sellin', exactly? His soul, what is your problem with Phil Collins anyway he is a great lyricist, try and pick on the person who wrote all the lyrics 2 death metal songs rrrrr!!!!! Fuck!!!!! rrrrr!!!!! DIE!!!!! Satanic skulls mutate on a disembowled corpse!!!!! U have to die for the devil!!!!!Fuck!!!!! Now those r shit lyrics typical on any death metal album. 17 Years ago I made a commitment to Prince | |
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