BOY GEORGE BUSH RETURNS to host Krazy Karaoke at Lefty's Lounge. Returning guests know that means you sing the song rong. Sing it strong. Leave a link and have a drink.
Shakespeare's Sister has the right (or rong) idea.
One day I’ll drown
Cuz I’m a clumsy dummy
Pretzels
Spaetzles
Who’s got the Heimlich ready?
I’ll fall off my bike
I’ll fall on the floor
I’ll choke on gum for you
And so much more
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 you
And hear my sound
Not like a native
English speaker
Dysfunction
Junction
A man whose brain is addled
I did coke maybe
Or I’m not sure
I’ll be a drunk for you
Just give me more
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 you
I get a crazy feeling
That chases in my head
There’s nothing I can’t choke on
There’s nothing can’t make me fall
It’s dumb in stereo
And when I can’t stand up I say
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 you
I’ll fall off my bike
I’ll fall on the floor
I’ll choke on gum for you
And so much more
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 ya
I'll stumble 4 youuuuuuuuuuuuu"I'll Stumble 4U" as sung by Shakespeare's Sister
ALWAYS ON THE PROGRAM at Lefty's Lounge. Drop a link of your own or anyone else's in the bartender's tip cup. Drink and comment as long as you like. The Heretik and Beatrice Von Blogowitz welcome you!

(We care a lot) about the gamblers and the pushers and the geeks
(We care a lot) about the smack and crack and whack that hits the street
(We care a lot) about the welfare of all the boys and girls
(We care a lot) about you people cause we're out to save the world
(YEAH)
Woow, Wooow
Oh, its a dirty job but someones gotta do it
[...]
(We care a lot) about the army navy air force and marines
(We care a lot) about the NY, SF and LAPD
(We care a lot) about you people
(We care a lot) about your guns
(We care a lot) about the wars you're fighting gee that looks like fun
(We care a lot) about the Garbage Pail Kids, they never lie
(We care a lot) about Transformers cause there's more than meets the eye
(We care a lot) about the little things, the bigger things we top
(We care a lot) about you people yeah you bet we care a lot
Posted by: Lauren | October 13, 2005 at 07:21 PM
Jack Daniel's whiskey, neat. Dance, anyone?
"Even lawmakers who are under indictment on bribery charges will be allowed to debate the finer points of proposed new ethical rules for legislators.
"If Gov. Phil Bredesen calls the legislature back to the Capitol for a special session on ethics, state Sens. Ward Crutchfield and Kathryn Bowers, both charged in the FBI's Operation Tennessee Waltz bribery sting, can sit and vote, an attorney with the Senate Ethics Committee said yesterday."
Posted by: JLo | October 13, 2005 at 07:40 PM
JLo, that sounds like the mystery dance to me. What about some Death Cab for . . . ?
Posted by: The Heretik | October 13, 2005 at 07:46 PM
Ack! Ack! Ack!
Posted by: Amanda Marcotte | October 13, 2005 at 07:51 PM
I have a modest proposal.
Get crackin', folks. Make babies.
Posted by: Terrance | October 13, 2005 at 07:52 PM
Democrats boldly wait for opportunity to knock!
Posted by: Eli | October 13, 2005 at 08:04 PM
I've got my Irish up tonight. So I brought my
brother's album for karoke tonight. From Out of the Darkness.
Well the one crying orders can barely stand
There's a man at the keel with his head in his hands
I stand at the end of the deck
ready to walk when the plank gets set
All aboard, all aboard this Drunken Boat
Gorge yourself in this great sea of hope...
Drunken Boat
Posted by: libby | October 13, 2005 at 08:43 PM
Shakes Sis, I applaud you and your wonderful song. You have inspired me to add another Boy George hit:
I know all there is to know about the lying game
I've had my share of the lying game
First there are disses, then there are spies
And before you know where you are
You're sayin' goodbye
One day soon I'm gonna tell Brit Hume about the lying game
And if he knows maybe he'll explain
Why there are pollsters, why there is news
And what to do to stop feeling blue
When love disappears
Posted by: Diane | October 13, 2005 at 08:54 PM
Killer Karaoke, DED.
Posted by: The Heretik | October 13, 2005 at 09:00 PM
Evening all! I would a Cosmo, please.
Posted by: Catherine | October 13, 2005 at 09:25 PM
I brought my dancing shoes, see the Daily Pepper for details.
Posted by: Catherine | October 13, 2005 at 09:29 PM
Straying off the karaoke path, the Dugger family of 16 or so kids is always ready for a ho-down, and I've got photographic evidence to prove it.
Posted by: tas | October 13, 2005 at 09:42 PM
Ugh, that is more than I needed to see.
Posted by: Catherine | October 13, 2005 at 09:46 PM
Evening comrades, forgive me but I've had Agnew on the brain
Posted by: Agi T. Prop | October 13, 2005 at 11:13 PM
This one's for the Dry Drunk-in-Chief choking on a pretzel in that booth on the far right...
Greed and hatred in your eyes all the way.
Well, I've listened to your lies and now I say
You're a man of fake convictions,
You're a man who sinks so low,
You're a mass of contradictions.
I wish you'd go,
I wish you'd go.
Karma karma karma karma karma is such a bitch,
And now you know,
And now you know.
Pity would be easy if you hadn't abused my trust --
I wish you'd go,
I wish you'd go...
Posted by: Mimus Pauly | October 14, 2005 at 12:09 AM