Why People Come Into Our Lives and other funny things
Crap Happens
Just when things are going nice
Comes some yahoo to take a slice
Of your little pie without permission
And then you cry but learn a lesson
And then next day the same ole thing
Comes bouncing down and takes a swing
And knocks your joy right in the dirt
And you get up and hide the hurt
And life goes on as life it does
Your chewing gum gets dropped in fuzz
The devil visits when you are nappin'
But what the hey....you know, crap happens.
Copyright ©2004
by Voo
Sad But True
Sad but true
What shall we do?
When the money's all gone
We'll cry boo hoo.
Sad but true
Where will we go?
We can't make cookies
Without some dough.
Sad but true
When will we learn?
We'll freeze too death
While Washington burns.
Sad but true
Those turkeys need stuffin'
I'd sell myself
But I ain't worth nothin'.
©voo
Oct 18, 08
The Hillbilly Boogie Man Leaves Home
Cleanin' my ears with a chicken leg
And munchin' on a piece of chalk
I talked myself into standing up
And takin' myself fer a walk.
Now I'd been sittin' there in the shade
For nigh on fifteen years
Chewin' on snakes till my belly would ache
And drinkin' jars full of rain and tears.
The old junk car that I leaned on
Was rusted beyond repair
But she was fine once upon a time
Before she was junked out there.
Now for company I will whistle
And for dinner I will beg
But if you don't talk right, I'll put out your lights
With my fists and my wooden leg.
Now my ole lady done run right off, see
Back in 1942
With the peddling feller by the name of Teller
And that's why I sing the blues.
I cannot work, I cannot plow
I used to hunt but I can't hunt now
I used to fish but I lost my pole
And my worms fell into a crawdad hole.
I used to dance, I used to sing
But I'm useless now, can't do a thing
But moan and groan and lay about
And wait for the hillbilly ghosts to come out.
And then we boogie
Till the cows come home
And it never stops
Cause the cows are gone.
We howl at the moon
And fiddle and pick
And dance with partners
Made out of sticks.
We drink moonshine
From little brown jugs
And rap a little
Like we is thugs.
Then mornin comes
And they go away
And I just lay here
All damn day.
Chewin' on snakes
And drinkin' my tears
And the people pass me
Concerned and afeared.
They look at me crazy
Like they think I'm a haint
And touched in the noggin
But I know I aint.
I see hillbilly ghosties
Even if they don't see
And the rednecks come riding
And a visitin' me.
But today I'm a walkin'
And a leavin' this place
And a goin' to somewheres
Where they don't know my face.
Long years I've been settin'
Neath this old cedar tree
Awaitin' my true love
To come back to me.
But she aint a comin'
I reckon she's dead
At least, in her last letter
That's whut she said.
So I'm a waitin' no longer
I'm leavin' my tree
And lookee there back a yonder
The car's a follering me.......
©by Voo
August 22, 2005
1 a.m
Cleanin' my ears with a chicken leg
And munchin' on a piece of chalk
I talked myself into standing up
And takin' myself fer a walk.
Now I'd been sittin' there in the shade
For nigh on fifteen years
Chewin' on snakes till my belly would ache
And drinkin' jars full of rain and tears.
The old junk car that I leaned on
Was rusted beyond repair
But she was fine once upon a time
Before she was junked out there.
Now for company I will whistle
And for dinner I will beg
But if you don't talk right, I'll put out your lights
With my fists and my wooden leg.
Now my ole lady done run right off, see
Back in 1942
With the peddling feller by the name of Teller
And that's why I sing the blues.
I cannot work, I cannot plow
I used to hunt but I can't hunt now
I used to fish but I lost my pole
And my worms fell into a crawdad hole.
I used to dance, I used to sing
But I'm useless now, can't do a thing
But moan and groan and lay about
And wait for the hillbilly ghosts to come out.
And then we boogie
Till the cows come home
And it never stops
Cause the cows are gone.
We howl at the moon
And fiddle and pick
And dance with partners
Made out of sticks.
We drink moonshine
From little brown jugs
And rap a little
Like we is thugs.
Then mornin comes
And they go away
And I just lay here
All damn day.
Chewin' on snakes
And drinkin' my tears
And the people pass me
Concerned and afeared.
They look at me crazy
Like they think I'm a haint
And touched in the noggin
But I know I aint.
I see hillbilly ghosties
Even if they don't see
And the rednecks come riding
And a visitin' me.
But today I'm a walkin'
And a leavin' this place
And a goin' to somewheres
Where they don't know my face.
Long years I've been settin'
Neath this old cedar tree
Awaitin' my true love
To come back to me.
But she aint a comin'
I reckon she's dead
At least, in her last letter
That's whut she said.
So I'm a waitin' no longer
I'm leavin' my tree
And lookee there back a yonder
The car's a follering me.......
©by Voo
August 22, 2005
1 a.m
And The Cow Did Not Jump Over The Moon
The moon is made of cheese, they said
When I was just a tot
And so I dreamed of lovely things
For we didn't have a lot.
The cow jumped over the moon, they said
In my fairy story book
And I believed everything I was told
And I thought I'd take a look.
So I crept out to the barn one night
And saddled up the cow
We're flying to the moon, I said
(But I know better now.)
How I got that cow up on that barn
I'll never, ever know
But she was willing and I was silly
And she jumped when I said, Go!
A pig pen is a nasty place
Full of slime and sleaze
We gave it a try but the cow couldn't fly
And I didn't get no cheese.
By Little VooVoo
July 15, 07
My Boys......Sherlock and Watson!!!
I adore this man!!!!
hilarious clips from Airplane2
Funniest movie ever!!!
SNL Space Station w/Steve Carell
