GC Song Dedications

[sugar and spice]

The H&A dedicates "Red Sweater" by the Aquabats to Rob because we want him to play with us.


I met you in the third grade
I didn't know that you liked lemonade
I met you another year later
You wore a red sweater with an alligator
We chased the ice cream truck across the street
And I thought you seemed kind of neat
We held hands as we walked to the swings in the park.

You're my girl
I'm your man
I don't care if we live in a garbage can
I'm your man
You're my gal
I'm so glad that we are pals.

You're not fat
You don't smell bad
You're always smiling
Never sad
I bet you take a shower every day
Hey hey hey hey hey.

But then when I saw you
Playing soccer with your friends
I knew that day
Our love would never end.
And this whole time
It blows my mind
Oh well whatever
We're so good together
When you marry me
You'll be my wife.

You're my girl
I'm your man
I don't care if we live in a garbage can
I'm your man
You're my gal
I'm so glad that we are pals.

I'm in love, its great
See you again - can't wait
There's so much to do
You're such a pretty girl
We'll travel 'round the world
To see this love through.

And if you ever went away from me
I would cry
I would fall down on one knee
And I would pray
Yes I would pray
That you would come back
To me someday....

You're my girl
I'm your man
I don't care if we live in a garbage can
I'm your man
You're my gal
I'm so glad that we are pals.

Oh well, whatever
You and me
and that red sweater
Oh well, whatever
You and me
And that red sweater
Are go!

[KSig RC]

Originally posted by sugar and spice
The H&A dedicates "Red Sweater" by the Aquabats to Rob because we want him to play with us.


I met you in the third grade
I didn't know that you liked lemonade
I met you another year later
You wore a red sweater with an alligator
We chased the ice cream truck across the street
And I thought you seemed kind of neat
We held hands as we walked to the swings in the park.

You're my girl
I'm your man
I don't care if we live in a garbage can
I'm your man
You're my gal
I'm so glad that we are pals.

You're not fat
You don't smell bad
You're always smiling
Never sad
I bet you take a shower every day
Hey hey hey hey hey.

But then when I saw you
Playing soccer with your friends
I knew that day
Our love would never end.
And this whole time
It blows my mind
Oh well whatever
We're so good together
When you marry me
You'll be my wife.

You're my girl
I'm your man
I don't care if we live in a garbage can
I'm your man
You're my gal
I'm so glad that we are pals.

I'm in love, its great
See you again - can't wait
There's so much to do
You're such a pretty girl
We'll travel 'round the world
To see this love through.

And if you ever went away from me
I would cry
I would fall down on one knee
And I would pray
Yes I would pray
That you would come back
To me someday....

You're my girl
I'm your man
I don't care if we live in a garbage can
I'm your man
You're my gal
I'm so glad that we are pals.

Oh well, whatever
You and me
and that red sweater
Oh well, whatever
You and me
And that red sweater
Are go!

I'd like to point out that i saw the Aquabats live one time - very hot shit, kids.


Also - I'll play, we'll talk . . . I'm waiting on "THE BLAINE" to inform me of when the party should be.

Douche.

ETA: this whole "summerfest" thing . . .yeah, i was all signed up to meet el blaine, so this is still on the docket.




and i'm much prettier than the girl in the aquabats video. pretty like gay.

[GeekyPenguin]

To somebody who can't even spell Wisconsin.


Well I met her at the Trocadero, In Philly
Backstage at the Bloohound show
She said she was from Cherry Hill, Cherry Hill
Through Lips like cherries in the snow

New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
Come on and Rock my world
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
I wanna Love you
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
With your crazy fucked up hair
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
Your wicked awesome

No she didn't talk to Charlie (our old bass player)
And she didn't go off with Steve
Not the cougar, not the cougar
Yeah she took me up to the balcony
Past Kenneth Keith Kallenback
And gave a Yuengling to me

New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
Come on and Rock my world
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
I wanna Love you
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
With your crazy fucked up hair
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
Your wicked awesome

Her brother calls me blowjob
When I call her on the phone
He says, "Hey fuckwad, are you wacking it, are you wacking it?"
"No, but is your sister home?"

New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
Come on and Rock my world
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
I wanna Love you
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
With your crazy fucked up hair
New Jersey Girl, New Jersey Girl
Your wicked awesome

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la


New Jersey Girl

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

New Jersey Girl

[Senusret I]

I dedicate the following to the DEATH SQUAD!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Lil' Hannah]

To the H&A...

No Use for a Name - "Power Bitch"

A knock at the door I open it up in comes the queen
All dressed to perfection
awaiting reception but in my mind one thought to flee
The look in her eye has crossed paths with mine
and stills the last time we met
Suppression has started like last when we parted
I wish she would just stay away.
She's just a power bitch
That I already know
She's just a power bitch
Straight from the depths below
She's just a power bitch
Domination her game
She's just a power bitch
I think I'm going insane
Now she comes in, flashes the grin
seals the door just like my fate
Off with her clothes, stone cold I am froze
out comes the beast from within
Whipping and slashing, kicking and slapping
a girl I can't handle, I hope this is all just a dream
She's just a power bitch.

[Rudey]

You crack me up.

-Rudey
--It's hard being in Death Squad.

Originally posted by Senusret I
I dedicate the following to the DEATH SQUAD!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[DGqueen17]

Originally posted by BobbyTheDon
i dedicate " I say a little prayer for you"- my best friends wedding version

to DgQueen17

Well thank you......but I'm not sure why......

[AXJules]

Originally posted by KSig RC


Also - I'll play, we'll talk . . . I'm waiting on "THE BLAINE" to inform me of when the party should be.

Douche.

ETA: this whole "summerfest" thing . . .yeah, i was all signed up to meet el blaine, so this is still on the docket.

Funness.
This is in like, a week and a few days.

[KSig RC]

Originally posted by AXJules
Funness.
This is in like, a week and a few days.

then we need to get on the f-ing ball, no?



-RC
--I like using "no?"

[AXJules]

Originally posted by KSig RC
then we need to get on the f-ing ball, no?



-RC
--I like using "no?"

OG we're all going to talk alike. Scary.
I am currently trying to lock down a ho-tel room for Fri. night and calling Blaine today.
I am sure whatever the plans are, they will include liquor and mayhem.

-Jules
--It's the only way to roll.

[sugar and spice]

This one goes out to Julie, who hates it when I tell her how sexy she is.

OK GO "You're So Damn Hot"


I saw you sliding out the bar.
I saw you slipping out the back door, baby
Don't even try and find a line this time
It's fine
Darling, you're still divine

You don't love me at all,
But don't think that it bothers me at all
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll,
But you're, you're so damn hot

So now you're headed to your car
You say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie
But, darlin, look at how you're dressed
Your best suggests
another kind of guest

You don't love me at all,
But don't think that it bothers me at all
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll,
But you're, you're so damn hot.

So who's this other guy you've got?
Which other rubes are riding hot-shot, sugar?
I could have swore you said before,"No more, for sure."
What'd I believe you for?

You don't love me at all,
But don't think that it bothers me at all
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll,
But you're, you're so damn hot.

[SATX*APhi]

Hey Kitso, for your drive back home.

"I-35" by Max Stalling


It was freezing cold in Dallas when I made my get away
I out ran a cold front when I gave my truck the reins
Barreling down I-35 with one thought on my mind
Forget the race, find an open space, leave that city far behind

Well, hello there Austin, you look to be just fine
Pardon me San Marcos but I'm trying to make some time
There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves
There's a peace of mind in the straight-away
And there's comfort in the curves

I didn't pull off in Von Ormy like I normally do
I went on down to Devine town, I bought a six pack or two
I glanced back across my shoulder like a seventh season buck
All I saw was a wall of clouds, I hopped back in my truck

Guttentag, New Braunfels, how are you today?
Hola, ol' San Antone, please stand out of my way
There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves
There's a peace of mind in the straight-away
And there's comfort in the curves

Well I know that Mother Nature will catch me in the end
But I'll put some miles behind me before I turn to face the wind
Don't you leave that barn door open, not even just a crack
If I see a hint of daylight you'll never get me back

Well, hello old Batesville, do you remember me?
And look out there La Pryor but I'm coming through can't you see?
There's a storm in my rearview and a city on my nerves
There's a peace of mind in the straight-away
And there's comfort in the curves

I say I'm barreling down I-35 with one thought on my mind
Forget the race, find an open space, leave that city
That damned old city far behind
Leave that city way far behind.

[AXJules]

Originally posted by sugar and spice
This one goes out to Julie, who hates it when I tell her how sexy she is.

OK GO "You're So Damn Hot"


I saw you sliding out the bar.
I saw you slipping out the back door, baby
Don't even try and find a line this time
It's fine
Darling, you're still divine

You don't love me at all,
But don't think that it bothers me at all
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll,
But you're, you're so damn hot

So now you're headed to your car
You say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie
But, darlin, look at how you're dressed
Your best suggests
another kind of guest

You don't love me at all,
But don't think that it bothers me at all
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll,
But you're, you're so damn hot.

So who's this other guy you've got?
Which other rubes are riding hot-shot, sugar?
I could have swore you said before,"No more, for sure."
What'd I believe you for?

You don't love me at all,
But don't think that it bothers me at all
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll,
But you're, you're so damn hot.

EW....
but thanks. You made me blush I heart you anyway.

[valkyrie]

I'd like to dedicate 99 Problems by Jay-Z to cougarjim. I won't reproduce the lyrics here lest I offend anyone.

to my favorite Lambda Chi(sorry Earp-man)

Hey dude, i know this is late, but F*** rocky top! That's what you get for dipping into the Tennessee dating pool.

Love
Roger Creager

Love ain’t what this songs about
Candle light ain’t what I’m in the mood for now
I don’t need a metaphor to help me get this out
Love ain’t what this songs about

Chorus:
It’s about beer and whiskey and drinkin
It’s about playin the fool and acting without thinking
It’s about runnin with your buddies who don’t give a damn
What in the world happens to you man
No love aint what this songs about

Crying ain’t what your gonna hear
You won’t have any salty tears drownin in your beer
And if your feelin down then friend you better just steer clear
No crying ain’t what your gonna hear

It’s about wine and women and song
It’s about doing one thing and makin sure your doin it wrong
It’s about giving in to your deepest desire
Setting the whole damn world on fire
No crying aint what your gonna hear

Love ain’t what this songs about
The worlds got you trapped and friend theres no way out
So give in to your deepest desire and set this whole damn world on fire
No love aint what this songs about

Kitso
KS 361 miles x 3 and we're in for a Texas GCers reunion.....and believe you me, we'll do it up right