Here is a song(edited for some content but still somewhat offenseive.PG13) sung by dennis leary, which i changed some words to avios copyright enfringement. Here goes.
Folks I'd like to sing a song about the Gundainium dream
About me, About you
About the way our gundam hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the conkles of our hearts
Maybe below the conkles
In the sub-conkle area
Maybe in the liver
maybe in the kidney
maybe EVEN in the Colon
we don't know
I'm just a regular Joe
with a regular job
I'm your average white
Suburbanite Slob
I like football
and Gundam
and books about war
I got average house
with a nice hardwood floor
My wife, my job
My kids and my car
My feet on my table
And a cuban cigar
But somtimes that just
Ain't enought to keep a man like me interested
oh no
no way
Uh uh
No i've gotta go out and have fun
at someone elses expense
Oh yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow,
in the ultra fast lanes
While people
behind me
are going insane
I'm an asshole
he's the asshole
What an asshole
I'm an asshole
He's an asshole
Such an asshole
I use public toilets
And i piss on the seat
I walk around
in the summer time
saying "how about this Heat?"
I'm an asshole
he's the asshole
What an asshole
I'm an asshole
He's the worlds biggest asshole
Sometimes I park
in the handicap space
while Handicap people
make handicap faces
I'm an asshole
he's the asshole
What an asshole
I'm an asshole
He's a real fuckingf asshole
Maybe i shouldn't be singing this song
ranting and raveing and carring on
Maybe they're right when the tell me i'm wrong....
...
...
...
Nah
I'm an asshole
he's the asshole
What an asshole
I'm an asshole
He's the worlds biggest asshole
You know what i'm going to do?
I'm gonna go out and get me a 1967 Caddilac El Dorado Convitable
HOT PINK!
With whale skin hubcaps
and all leather cow interior
and big Green gundam eyes for headlights
YEAH!
And I'm gonna drive around in that baby
at 115 MPH
getting 1 mile per gallon
sucking down quater pounder cheesebugers from Mcdonalds
In the old fashiond Non-biodegradable Styrafoam Containers
and when i'm done sucking down those greaseball bugers
I'm gonna beat Quatre in his BIg-eyed head
then i'm gonna toss the styrafoam containers right out the side
and there isn't a damn thing anybody can do about it'
you know why?
because we got the bombs that's why
Two words
Nuclear fucking-weapons
Okay
Russia, Germany, France
They can have all the Democracy they want
They can have a big Democracy cakewalk right through Tienem square
And it won't make a lick of difference
Because
we got the bombs
OKAY?
Trieze is not dead
He's frozen
and when we find a cure for insanity
we're gonna thaw out the commander
He's gonna be pretty pissed off
You know why?
Have you ever taken a cold shower?
well multiply that by 15 million times
That's how pissed off he's gonna be
I'm gonna Get Trieze
and Zechs
and wu Fei
(hey)
and Heero
(HEy)
and Schwartz
(Hey)
and drive down to Florida
and
(HEY Hey, you know you really are an asshole)
Why you justs shut up and sing the song pal
I'm an asshole
he's the asshole
What an asshole
I'm an asshooooooooooooooooooooooooole
He's the worlds biggest asshole
A
SS
HO
LE
EVERYBODY
A
SS
HO
LE
(wierd Barking noises are made)
(sonds of a Drum are Made)
(Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh)
I'm an asshole, and I'm proud Of it.
*
ANd to my Ex, Listen To Nookie.
Who am I, I am GundamBoy.
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Who am I, I am GundamBoy.
All of us are travelers lost
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
- enigmatic, strange, unreal -
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No post-mortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.
? The Book of Counted Sorrows - Dean Koontz
"You ever met anyone you didn't kill?"
"Well I haven't killed you yet..."
? Lethal Weapon
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
- enigmatic, strange, unreal -
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No post-mortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.
? The Book of Counted Sorrows - Dean Koontz
"You ever met anyone you didn't kill?"
"Well I haven't killed you yet..."
? Lethal Weapon
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- Pilot Candidate||Goddess in Training
- Posts: 40
- Joined: Thu Mar 06, 2003 9:24 pm
- Location: Somewhere in the east
Changes
It's Convertible. sorry. And Handicap Spaces. sorry about that too.
All of us are travelers lost
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
- enigmatic, strange, unreal -
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No post-mortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.
? The Book of Counted Sorrows - Dean Koontz
"You ever met anyone you didn't kill?"
"Well I haven't killed you yet..."
? Lethal Weapon
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
- enigmatic, strange, unreal -
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No post-mortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.
? The Book of Counted Sorrows - Dean Koontz
"You ever met anyone you didn't kill?"
"Well I haven't killed you yet..."
? Lethal Weapon