Gimme Head baby
Gimme head like you did just last night,
ah ah ah

You got me steamin at a hundred degrees
Each time I see you i go weak at the knees
You bring me undone bring me undone
With words you said, words you said
but best of all, all those you gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head

You gimme scratch marks down the length of my back
You gimme teeth marks in the side my neck
You whisper sweet things, gimme beatings
You wreck my bed (wreck my bed)
but best of all, all those you gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head

So
Ah say you'll never leave me
And promise me you'll stay
'Cos now that I’m in heaven don’t slip away ow !

I like it

You got me steamin’ at a hundred degrees
Each time I see you i go weak at the knees
You whisper sweet things, gimme beatings
You wreck my bed (wreck my bed)
but best of all, all those you gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head
You gimme head
Suck

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to ma and me,
Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
Was before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke,
An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks,
Seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I roamed from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made me a vow to the moon and stars,
I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man that gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

In and old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table dealin' stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.

Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
from a worn out picture that my mother had,
and I knew that scar on his cheek & his evil eye.

He was big and bent and grey and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said,
"My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die!"
Yeah that's what I told him.

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes,
And he went down but to my surprise,
Came up with a knife an' cut off a piece o' my ear.

I busted a chair right across his teeth,
And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I've fought tougher men,
but I really can't remember when,
he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun but I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough,
And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.

So I gave you that name and I said goodbye,
I knew you'd have to get tough or die,
And it's that name that helped to make you strong.

Now you just fought one hell of a fight,
And I know you hate me and ya got the right,
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But you oughtta thank me before I die,
For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye,
'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue."

yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do?
Well I got choked up and threw down my gun,
Called him my pa and he called me his son,
And I come away with a different point of view.

I think about him now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son,
I think I'm gonna name him,
Bill or George anything but Sue!
I still hate that name!

Don't stop now

Ack! Ack! Ack!

I'm not even supposed to be here today!

Gun Salesman: We call this piece the Fecalator. One look at it and the target ****s him or herself. Try it on.
Loki: Well, it's a lot more compact than the flaming sword, but it's not nearly as impressive. Just doesn't have that Wrath-of-the-Almighty edge to it. I mean, come on, how am I supposed to strike fear into the hearts of the wicked with this thing? Look at this...
Bartleby: Well, then, you know, don't use a gun. Just lay the place to waste, like.
Loki: Easy for you to say. You get off light in razing. You got to stand there and read at Sodom and Gomorrah, I had to do all the work.
Bartleby: What work did you do? You lit a few fires.
Loki: I rained down sulphur, man, there's a subtle difference.
Bartleby: Oh, yeah, I'm sure.
Loki: Hey, you know, **** you, man. Any moron with a pack of matches can set a fire. Raining down sulphur is like an endurance trial man. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, outside of soccer.

I can just imagine those dulcet tones of old Tom

As the season is almost at an end, I thought we could do a thread with obscure lyrics and movie quotes.

Have some one post and the first person to get it posts the next one.

It's been interesting seeing some of the bits and pieces, I think I've posted about 5-6 pages of this one

i'd rather keep this one going as the original post were quite entertaining [}:)]

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Originally posted by Leech

then 6 pages of sh1t

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but premo sh1t, not the cheap stuff