Best Grissom/Catherine Songs

cool.

and now for something completely different (fyi the only thing it has to do with them is the word bug in the song, i just love the song, and the fact that it could be a crime scene) more divine miss m...

"this next story is a true story. it concerns to of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . . the inventor of the modern foundation
Ent that we women wear today was a german scientist and opera lover by the name of otto titsling! this is a true story. his name was otto titsling. what happened to otto titsling shouldn't happe
A schnauzer. it's a very sad story. i feel i have to share it with you."

Otto titsling, inventor and crout,
Had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an aida
Who's bust was so big it would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
Done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! there she blows!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
And he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration
Flood his soul.
He ran back to his workshop
Where he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For otto titsling had found his quest:
To lift and mold the female breast;
To point the small ones to the sky;
To keep the big ones high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and snort
Searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! he even tried his own two lips!

Well, he stiched and he slaved
And he slaved and he stitched
Until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! he had invented the worlds first
Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. hooray!

Exhausted but ecstatic otto ran out
to the diva
Bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial mishaps
She finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
From her mouth
Was so loud that it was mistaken by some
To be the early onset of the seraken winds
Which often rolled through the schwarzwald
With a vengance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did otto know,
At the moment of his greatest triumph,
Lurking under the diva's bed
Was none other than the very worst
Of the french patent theives
Phillip debrassiere.
And phil was watching the scene
With a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our broom hilda slept,
Into the wardrobe phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "oh, my god! what joy! what bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I will have all the goods manufactured in taiwan."

The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?
 
i know. i just love that song because it's so funny. actually, i love the whole beaches soundtrack.
 
it's a bette milder song. rent beaches, you'll know it when you see it.

a quote and song about...SPAM!!!

Wife: Have you got anything without SPAM?
Waitress: Well, there's SPAM egg sausage and SPAM, that's not got much SPAM in it.
Wife: I don't want any SPAM!
Man: Why can't she have egg bacon SPAM and sausage?
Wife: That's got SPAM in it!
Man: Hasn't got as much SPAM in it as SPAM egg sausage and SPAM, has it?
Vikings: SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM... Lovely SPAM! Wonderful SPAM!


ok, so i'm in a goofy song mood tonight and the only connection is spam.
 
Came across this pic and this song.

Jimi Hendrix’s ‘FOXY LADY’

Foxy.
Oh, you know you are a cute little heart breaker. Foxy, yeah.
And you know you are a sweet little love maker, Foxy.
I wanna take you home, yeah. I won't do you no harm.
You've got to be all mine, all mine. Ooh, foxy lady.

Now-a, I see you, come down on the scene, oh foxy,
You make me wanna get up and a scream.
Foxy, oh baby listen now.
I've made up my mind, I'm tired of wasting all my precious time.
You've got to be all mine, all mine, Foxy Lady.
I'm gonna take you home. I won't do you no harm.
You've got to be all mine, all mine. Foxy Lady.

Comin' and get-cha. Ooh, foxy lady, yeah, yeah.
You look so good, Foxy. Oh yeah, foxy foxy.
Yeah. Give us some, foxy. You make feel like a... very foxy, foxy.
 
yeah, taz has some great ones.

ok, new song. i only have eyes for you.

My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you
And dear, I wonder if you find love
An optical illusion, too?

Are the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear
The moon may be high
But I can't see a thing in the sky
'Cause I only have eyes for you.

I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
 
How about something more kick butt, Billy Idol's 'Rebel Yell'

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because

He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.

I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you

I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because

Oh yeah little baby, she want more -More, more, more, more, more.
 
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