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| Chance of Your Life (To the tune of Green Day's 'Time of your life') By: Nathaniel Ballew and Rusty Brooks Another Millionaire, Regis gives the gold, Living on an island with people that are old, So win the money and get on with your life, Some loveless Millionaire gets himself a wife, The answers are predictable, But you hope that you are right, And you just blew the chance of your life, All these questions really make you think, You start to worry that you are the Weakest Link, Anne tells you goodbye; you got your questions wrong, Most guys watched Survivor 2 to see Jenny in a thong, The answers are predictable, But you hope that you are right, And you just blew the chance of your life, The answers are predictable, But you hope that you are right, And you just blew the chance of your life, The answers are predictable, But you hope that you are right, And you just blew the chance of your life� |
| Golf Star (To the tune of "All-Star," by Smash Mouth) By: Nathaniel Ballew and Rusty Brooks Somebody once told me I wouldn�t make a bogey, �Cause I keep my golf clubs in my shed, He was looking kind of dumb, With a golf ball on his thumb, And a tee sticking out of his forehead, Well, the crocs start comin� and I start running, Put the ball in the hole and it�s absolutely stunning, But it didn�t make sense just to play and run, To beat Tiger Woods now that would be fun, Every game I play I�m gonna win, If the ball goes in the pond I have to swim, You never know if you don�t dive in <dive in>, You never know if you don�t swim, Hey now, you can make par, Get your golf cart on the go, hey, Hey now, you�re a golf star, Get the low scores and get paid, And all my golf balls are gold, Only problem is they can�t pay my loans, A good clubface, will hit the ball higher, But if you hit a car you better be a good liar, My caddy says my clubs should differ, Judging by the smile on Tiger Woods picture, We start to play when the ice thins, The water�s getting warm so the gators might swim, My game�s on fire how �bout yours, That�s the way I like it and I�ll never get bored, Hey now, you can make par, Get your golf cart on the go, hey, Hey now, you�re a golf star, Get the low scores and get paid, And all my golf balls are gold, Only problem is they can�t pay my loans, Somebody once asked could I spare some golf cart gas, I need to get myself away from this place, I said yep, what a concept, I could be at a better course myself, And we could all use a little gas... Well, the crocs start comin� and I start running, Put the ball in the hole and it�s absolutely stunning, But it didn�t make sense just to play and run, To beat Tiger Woods now that would be fun, Every game I play, I�m gonna win, If the ball goes in the pond I have to swim, You never know if you don�t dive in <dive in>, You never know if you don�t swim, Hey now, you can make par, Get your golf cart on the go, hey, Hey now, you�re a golf star, Get the low scores and get paid, And all my golf balls are gold, Only problem is they can�t pay my loans, And all my golf balls are gold, You can make a birdie on your own, And all my golf balls are gold, You can make par all alone, And all my golf balls are gold, You can make a bogey on your own� |
| RECOUNT BEGINS (To the tune of American Pie) By: Rusty Brooks and Nathaniel Ballew A long, long time ago, I can still remember, The day that Gore lost the race, And I thought the Supreme Court would, Realize the ballot counters probably could, Be cheating of Bush from the first place, But there response it didn�t thrill us, They said recount, and it almost killed us, We were mad at the courts, But we had no recourse, Then we realized with a yawn, Bush might as well be on the White House lawn, , My, my this here Gore guy, He lost the election and now has to cry, He left Nashville with a tear in his eye, Saying� soon I�ll give it another try, The recounts were just stupid And we thought that he just wouldn�t do it But I was wrong Ah, do you see him hitting on Catherine? Though he�s no a looker, And she�s no queen Yeah, he�s probably gonna kill her someday, Well he may have won California, But he would not get Florida, He got the most votes that is true, But he would have sucked between me and you, He was as interesting as a rock, He put every thing in a box with a lock, Well, I knew, he�d lost the race, And Bush won first place, We were singing, My, my this here Gore guy, He lost the election and now has to cry, He left Nashville with a tear in his eye, Saying� soon I�ll give it another try, The recounts were just stupid And we thought that he just wouldn�t do it But I was kinda� wrong Well he finally took through more courts, And they stood with the recount course, Could Bush bring peach to the Middle East? They pondered a bit on Gore, Then he said recount no more, Gore said that they were wrong, But the fat lady had sung her song, She was singing, My, my this here Gore guy, He lost the election and now has to cry, He left Nashville with a tear in his eye, Saying� soon I�ll give it another try, The recounts were just stupid And we thought that he just wouldn�t do it but we were kind of wrong The recounts were over and we relaxed, Because Gore had counted his last, Oh, he would have cheated his way, and he probably would have never paid He would have taken your money and gun, And everything used for fun, So we voted bush to the top, the day that gore was fried We were singing, My, my this here Gore guy, He lost the election and now has to cry, He left Nashville with a tear in his eye, Saying� soon I�ll give it another try, the recounts were just stupid and we thought that he just wouldn�t do it but we were kind of wrong And he tried whine on different grounds, But instead he gained a few pounds, And Bush was in the White House without a sound, I guess, I�ll sing this song, He was as interesting as a rock, He put every thing in a box with a lock, Well, I knew, he�d lost the race, And Bush won first place My, my this here Gore guy, He lost the election and now has to cry, He left Nashville with a tear in his eye, Saying� soon I�ll give it another try, A long, long time ago, I can still remember, The day that Gore lost the race, And I knew the Supreme Court probably would realize Gore was just no good trying to pop a cap in bushes head But Gore�s response to losing all of us He grew a beard and it thrilled us He looked like a dead corpse and he no reports we knew that Gore probably could and we know he probably would Then we realized with a yawn, Bush can handle us all My, my this here Gore guy, He lost the election and now has to cry, He left Nashville with a tear in his eye, Saying� soon I�ll give it another try� |
| Where's My Car Again? (To the tune of Blink 182's What's my Age Again) By: Rusty Brooks and Nathaniel Ballew I took her out, In my Pinto, It was going, Really slow, I put it in reverse, And backed into a tree, Then the world came down on me, And that's about the time the car blew up on me, Nobody likes you when you're 16, All I wanted was a Chevrolet, I didn't want that Pinto anyway, Where's my car again? Where's my car again? Later on, On the walk home, I called my mom, From a pay phone, I said I had a wreck, And my girlfriend's dead, Mom hung up on me. And that's about time I got hit by a Mercury, Nobody likes you when you're 16, All I wanted was a Chevrolet, I didn't want that Pinto anyway, Where's my car again? Where's my car again? And then they took me to the ER, Where doctors all have foriegn cars, They said I needed an arm transplant, 'But we don't have your blood type so we can't,' Where's my arm again? Where's my arm again? |
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