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redwitch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 11:50 AM
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theme song for * Administration
From "Chicago"

Give 'em the old Razzle Dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it
And the reaction will be passionate

Give 'em the old hocus pocus
bead and feather 'em
How can they see with sequins in their eyes?

What if all your hinges are rusting?
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting?

Razzle dazzle 'em
And they'll never catch wise!

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em a show that's so splendiferous
Row after row will crow vociferous


Give 'em the old flim flam flummox
fool and fracture 'em
How can they hear the truth above the roar?

Throw 'em a fake and a finagle
They'll never know you're just a bagel

razzle dazzle 'em
and they'll beg you for more!

Give 'em the old double whammy
dazeand dizzy 'em
back since the days of old Methusalah
Everyone loves the big bambooz a ler

Give 'em the old three ring circus
stun and stagger 'em
When you're in trouble, go into your dance.

Though you are stiffer than a girder
They'll let you get away with murder
razzle dazzle 'em
and you've got a romance!

Give 'em the old
Razzle Dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Show 'em the first rate sorcerer you are
Long as you keep 'em way off balance
How can they spot you've got no talent?

Razzle dazzle 'em
And they'll make you a star!
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EstimatedProphet Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 11:53 AM
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1. Dare to be Stupid
Put down that chainsaw and listen to me
It's time for us to join in the fight
It's time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys
It's time to let the bedbugs bite

You better put all your eggs in one basket
You better count your chickens before they hatch
You better sell some wine before it's time
You better find yourself an itch to scratch

You better squeeze all the Charmin you can while Mr. Wipple's not around
Stick your head in the microwave and get yourself a tan

Talk with your mouth full
Bite the hand that feeds you
Bite off more than you chew
What can you do
Dare to be stupid

Take some wooden nickles
Look for Mr. Goodbar
Get your mojo working now
I'll show you how
You can dare to be stupid

You can turn the other cheek
You can just give up the ship
You can eat a bunch of sushi then forget to leave a tip

Dare to be stupid
Come on and dare to be stupid
It's so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
We're all waiting for you
Let's go

It's time to make a mountain out of a molehill
So can I have a volunteer
There's no more time for crying over spilled milk
Now it's time for crying in your beer

Settle down, raise a family, join the PTA
Buy some sensible shoes and a Chevrolet
And party 'till you're broke and they drive you away
It's OK, you can dare to be stupid

It's like spitting on a fish
It's like barking up a tree
It's like I said you gotta buy one if you wanna get one free

Dare to be stupid (yes)
Why don't you dare to be stupid
It's so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
We're all waiting for you
Dare to be stupid

Burn your candle at both ends
Look a gift horse in the mouth
Mashed potatos can be your friends

You can be a coffee achiever
You can sit around the house and watch Leave It To Beaver
The future's up to you
So what you gonna do

Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
What did I say
Dare to be stupid
Tell me, what did I say
Dare to be stupid
It's alright
Dare to be stupid
We can be stupid all night
Dare to be stupid
Come on, join the crowd
Dare to be stupid
Shout it out loud
Dare to be stupid
I can't hear you
Dare to be stupid
OK, I can hear you now
Dare to be stupid
Let's go, Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
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redwitch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 11:57 AM
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2. LOL
Never heard this, it's good!
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mandyky Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 12:00 PM
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3. Eve of Destruction fits
The eastern world, it is explodin’.
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave


And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.


Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dad, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

And Paint it Black also applies.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin’ sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin’ comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!


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redwitch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 12:02 PM
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4. Let's see. So far all the choices refer to
deception, destruction, dumb, death. I see a theme here.
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lanah Donating Member (89 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 12:02 PM
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5. I thought this was the official song
Edited on Sun Mar-19-06 12:03 PM by lanah
Idiot son of an asshole
http://bushflash.com/swf/idiot.swf
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IDemo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 12:03 PM
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6. "Don't Crash the Ambulance"
by Mark Knopfler

Don't Crash The Ambulance Lyrics

don’t often open up this floor
since i handed in my gun
what all these keys are for
now my tour of duty’s done
you got to know the switches
now you got your turn
watch and learn, junior
watch and learn

now you will get your
trouble spots
here’s one from
down voodoo way
bragged he had me
by the you-know-whats
very funny, you don’t say
the big enchilada
stealing elections
had to go down there
trash collection
got his cojones
on my desk in there
made into a souvenir
set of cufflinks, nice pair
the rest of him’s
someplace up here
sometimes you got to
put a shoulder to the door
not so fast, junior
listen to your pa
here, son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
whatever you do

what we have here’s
a dung hole place
thought it was fly shit
on the map
fat bastard, ugly face
and the personal crap
you can’t move the barriers
you can’t mess with oil and gas
had to go down there
stick a couple
aircraft carriers
in his ass
fancy dress
medals chest
it’s all in here
for all the gigs
gas mask
bullet-proof vest
all the usual rigs
there’ll be things they missed
they didn’t mention
you’ve even
got a whistle in there
for attracting attention

well, i think you’re gonna
be okay, son
you’ve had the tour, i guess
these two buttons
by the way
this one i hope
you never press
some holy fool, just watch
who’s not like you or me
that one’s the whole
shooting match
right there
it’s the whole shitaree
we don’t forget
who put us here, jack
that’s page one
we talk soft
but carry a big stick
and pack the biggest gun
we don??t like accidents
major or minor
you don’t want yourself
an incident
don’t ever invade china

here, son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
here, son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
whatever you do
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Lefty48197 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 02:37 PM
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7. I was thinking, Black Sabbath's "War Pigs"
Generals gathered in their masses,
just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
sorcerers of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning,
as the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind,
poisoning their brainwashed minds.
Oh lord, yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away.
They only started the war.
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah.

Time will tell on their power minds,
making war just for fun.
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
wait till their judgement day comes, yeah.

Now in darkness world stops turning,
ashes where the bodies burning.
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour.
Day of judgement, God is calling,
on their knees the war pigs crawling.
Begging mercies for their sins,
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings.
Oh lord, yeah!
--Black Sabbath, War Pigs

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blogslut Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Mar-19-06 02:39 PM
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8. Out of Time - The Rolling Stones
Here's a cool flash to go with it:

http://outbush.cf.huffingtonpost.com/
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