Song lyric stuck in my head...

[Harbinger]

today for me it seems to

The Winner by Bobby Bear (based on the poem by Shel Silverstein)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRWlnv0_svU&feature=PlayList&p=EEE9BC61928E8F7C&index=0&playnext=1

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand, he looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew if I hit him right, why, I could knock him off of that stool
But everybody they said watch out, hey, that's the Tiger Man McCool
He's had the whole lotta fights and he's always come out winner
Yeah, he's a winner.

But I had myself about five too many and I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he had never stooped or bowed
I said, Tiger Man you're a pussycat and a hush fell on the crowd
I said, let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner.

Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand then he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer, my God that man was tall
He said, boy, I see you're a scrapper so just before you fall
I'm gonna tell you just a little 'bout what it means to be a winner.

He said now you see these bright white smilin' teeth. you know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like Chicklets down the street in San Antone
But I left that person cursin', nursin' seven broken bones
And he only broke ah three of mine, that makes me the winner.

He said, now behind this grin I got a steel pin that holds my jaw in place
A trophy of my most successful motorcycle race
And each morning when I wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner.

Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night I stole his wife away
But that woman she gets uglier and she gets meaner every day
But I got her boy, that's what makes me a winner.

He said, you gotta speak loud when you challenge me son,
'Cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these migraine pains and this big ole cauliflower ear
And if it wadn't for this glass eye of mine, why, I'd shed a happy tear
To think of all that you gonna get by bein' a winner.

I got arthritic elbows boy, I got dislocated knees
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into trees
And my nose been broke so often I might lose if I sneeze
And son, you say you still wanna be a winner?

Now you remind me a lotta my younger days,
With your knuckles a clenchin' white
But boy I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain to prove by winnin' some silly fight
Well okay, I quit, I lose, you're the winner.

So I stumbled from that barroom, not so tall and not so proud
And behind me I still hear the hoots of laughter of the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth're still in my mouth
And you know I guess that makes me the winner...



-harb

[Captain Jack Wolfe]

If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening ...
all over this land,
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between
all of my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.

If I had a bell
I'd ring it in the morning
I'd ring it in the evening ...
all over this land,
I'd ring out danger
I'd ring out a warning
I'd ring out love between
all of my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.

If I had a song
I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening ...
all over this world,
I'd sing out danger
I'd sing out a warning
I'd sing out love between
all of my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.

If I've got a hammer
And I've got a bell
And I've got a song to sing ...
all over this land,
It's the hammer of Justice
It's the bell of Freedom
It's the song about love
between all of my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.

Lee Hays and Pete Seeger ~ If I Had a Hammer (The Hammer Song)

[Welsh Wench]

I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand me down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows
from 1 o'clock til 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry

Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moaning all the morning
and mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby
To maybe come around... around
I'm waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man's gone away

~~k.d. lang and Grover Washington Jr, Black Coffee

GAWD HOW I LOVE THIS STUFF!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl4xrj_fksA

[Demetrius]

Just heard Beatles on the radio...

Got a good reason for taking the easy way out,
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out - now,

She was a day tripper,
One way ticket, yeah,
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.

She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there,
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there - now,

She was a day tripper,
One way ticket, yeah.
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.

Tried to please her, she only played one night stands,
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands - now,

She was a day tripper,
Sunday driver, yeah,
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.
Day tripper, yeah.

[Welsh Wench]

Hey Demetrius--


Beep beep mmm beep beep YEAH!   

[Demetrius]

Hey Welsh Wench-

She's not a girl who misses much
do do do do do
oh yeah...

[heavy_hammer]

They say a man should always dress
for the job he wants.

So why'm I dressed like a pirate
in this restaurant?

It's all because some hacker
stole my identity......

[Welsh Wench]

*winks at Demetrius*

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

[Demetrius]

The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime


Wenchie- I see your nictitation...   

[Welsh Wench]

...and I raise you a twinkle in the eye. 

Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

[Demetrius]

...and a double-   

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down

[Blue66669]

Oh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer weiner
That is what I truly wish to be-e-e
For if I were an Oscar Meyer weiner................

[Welsh Wench]

I'll see your double    and raise you one 

Mother Superior jump the gun times six.

[Demetrius]

I'll send one back        

Happiness is a warm gun
(bang bang shoot shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun
(bang bang shoot shoot)
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm-
Yes it is
gun...
Well don't you know that...

[Welsh Wench]

I KNEW you'd get the chorus! 

....happiness is a warm gun, momma?