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I found myself in a record shop Which got me all to wondering How these bands all got their names And wouldn't it be summon If I went through all the racks And pulled them randomly What it is that I would find To solve this mystery When this idea hit me I was standing before the M's So based upon that simple fact Is where this journey begins Mega Death-You must be kidding! Are theses guys for real? How big a death do you have to die Before your still road **** I decided to jump around To get the full effect Can not help but wonder At what will pop up next Oh, lookie here...Butt Hole Suffers I bet their momma's proud When those guys hang ten Are they surfing in or surfing out I came across Badfinger In an old 70's record bin I'm telling you the honest truth I don't care to know where that fingers been Over yonder a band called The, The The, The...What?! Then there's Chumbawamba Chumbawamba...Whoba?! This may all sound a bit far fetched But it's the honest to goodness truthba! The H's are holding Hoobastank The closest I can figure Is that the guys in this band Hang out with Badfinger Albino Toilet Boys Cottage Cheese From The Lips Of Death My Dog Has Hitlers Brains Norman Bates And The Shower Heads Poultry In Motion Brady Bunch Lawn Mower Massacre **Roid Rodgers And The Whirling **** Cherries** Are today's record shop de jour As I'm leaving out the door Arms piled high with newly purchased song I grab the last copy of **Yoko **** For soothing dinner music later on
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
The Record Shop
I found myself in a record shop Which got me all to wondering How these bands all got their names And wouldn't it be summon If I went through all the racks And pulled them randomly What it is that I would find To solve this mystery When this idea hit me I was standing before the M's So based upon that simple fact Is where this journey begins Mega Death-You must be kidding! Are theses guys for real? How big a death do you have to die Before your still road **** I decided to jump around To get the full effect Can not help but wonder At what will pop up next Oh, lookie here...Butt Hole Suffers I bet their momma's proud When those guys hang ten Are they surfing in or surfing out I came across Badfinger In an old 70's record bin I'm telling you the honest truth I don't care to know where that fingers been Over yonder a band called The, The The, The...What?! Then there's Chumbawamba Chumbawamba...Whoba?! This may all sound a bit far fetched But it's the honest to goodness truthba! The H's are holding Hoobastank The closest I can figure Is that the guys in this band Hang out with Badfinger Albino Toilet Boys Cottage Cheese From The Lips Of Death My Dog Has Hitlers Brains Norman Bates And The Shower Heads Poultry In Motion Brady Bunch Lawn Mower Massacre **Roid Rodgers And The Whirling **** Cherries** Are today's record shop de jour As I'm leaving out the door Arms piled high with newly purchased song I grab the last copy of **Yoko **** For soothing dinner music later on
All these are true band names... If you can believe that!
mike-hauser
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mike-hauser
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
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