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Kangaroo Karaoke

Dyer'ere said:
So this is the forst ever cyber karaoke thread on PRE (if my searches were accurate).

Here's you chance to sing the great numbers in your own way, to wear the big costumes and to bust the big karakoe moves.

Since I started the thread I get to go first. The notes are true (but bigger). Even though I can't sing a note I ain't never gonna miss one one a karaoke thread, nor will you.

Let's begin with the costume. Forgive the lies ;).

I've got me a bone jumpsuit, sans pockets, big collar with beige suede kneepads. I slides in from a long run up in the wings-

"Rock and Roll is Where I Hide" :
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B|----2---7-5-7~~~------2-----7-5-7----|----------------------------------------
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D|.---2-----------------2-------------.|----------------------------------------
A|----4-----------------4--------------|----------------------------------------
E|-2--2--------------2--2--------------|----------------------------------------

E|-----7-------------------5---------------3--------------2---------------------
B|-----7---12-10-12--------7----9-7-9------3--7-5-7~~~----2---7-5-7~~~----------
G|-----7-------------------6---------------4--------------2---------------------
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A|-----9----------------5--5---------------5--------------4---------------------
E|--7--7--------------------------------3--3-----------2--2---------------------

Can somebody do the vocals? I was playin' air guitar!

;D
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Can hardly believe that this thread started 7 years ago Jack..With Kangaroo K it's always been about the lyrics (& outfits).
So at 2.30am with that in mind..

LMFAO - Sexy And I Know It

When I walk on by, girl's be lookin' like: Damn he fly
I pimp to be beat
Walkin down the street in my new lafreak
Yeah
This is how I roll
Animal print pants, out of control
It's Redfoo with the big ass fro
And like Bruce Lee, I rock the club, yo!

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out.!
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out.!

When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me,
I got passion in my pants,
And I ain't afraid to show it (show it, show it, show it)
I'm sexy and I know it
I'm sexy and I know it

Yeah
When I'm at the mall, security just can't fight them off
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in the speedo's tryn' to tan my cheeks (what)
This is how I roll,
C'mon ladies, it's time to go.
We're headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt and I still get service (what)

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body

I work out

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body

I work out.

When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
Everybody stops and they staring at me,
I got passion in my pants,
And I ain't afraid to show it (show it, show it, show it)
I'm sexy and I know it
I'm sexy and I know it

Check it out, check it out:
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah, yeah!

Do the wiggle man,
I do the wiggle man,
Yeah
I'm sexy and I know it

Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body

I work out (out, out, out, out, out, out, out)
I'm sexy and I know it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LuhCzx7ohyM
:afro
 
Heh heh. What a mad thread. I'd forgotten about it. Awesome rendition, Oldster. Truly pimpin. Chicks sobbin in the wings as the bartenders flick their lavish pony tails. You'll never get out of the joint alive.
 
Love me a bit of karaoke.

I'm wearing a green and gold terry-towelling headband, creams (unbuttoned to the waist) and a big gold pendant nestled in my chest hair. I flick the sweat from my eyebrows with my index finger, stroke my moustache and tell the band all I need is a beat (whaddya mean there's no band? I'll go a capella then). Penned this'un m'self:

Well, I'm Dennis DK Lillee
Swingin' leather, flingin' wood
Yeah I'm Ian and Greg Chappell
I'm so goddamn bloody good

Yeah I'm God, Gary Ablett
I'm Wayne The King Carey
I'm chock-full of testosterone
And my balls are big and hairy

I'm JD Bloody Salinger
I'm Fred A-*smile*-staire
My name is Dennis Hopper man
I got that Mad Dog stare

Yeah I'm Jimmy Bloody Hendrix
G'day I'm Jimmy Dean
Call me 'Where The Drink Is'
My name is Jimmy Beam

That's right,

I'm every man in history
As you can plainly see
With Jesus Christ, I rolled the dice
I once swung from a tree

I walked the plains and sailed the seas
Was driven to a cave
But when I danced by firelight
I was Mozart at a rave

Now am I that bloody good?
Well let me *smile* tell ya
When I am in the mood
I am William Bloody Tell

Yeah I'm Robin *smile* Hood
I'm Ned Bloody Kelly
I'm so *smile* good
I am Muhammad *smile* Ali!

Yeah I'm Albert Bloody Einstein
I'm *smile* Orson Welles
I built the Playboy Manson
I coined the phrase 'sex sells'

My name is Napoleon
And I loved Josephine
I am Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Writing poems in a dream

I knew Trugganini
G'day I'm Gunga Din
I'm every man who's ever been
So won't you let me in?

C'mon!

I'm knockin' like a Trojan
I've got a wooden horse
It's my boat, I'm Captain Cook
I'm plotting out a course

I'm setting sail for you, baby
Cos man I like the weather
I'm every man, it's true ladies
But every woman's better

From Mary to Madonna
Cleopatra to Delilah
Women are the only reason
Men keep aiming higher

Aphrodite, Marilyn
Eve, Venus de Milo
Women inspire men
To kick footballs over silos

Hell, women are the only reason
Men do anything
That's why we'll turn back the seasons
Just to give you diamond rings

That's right,

I'm every man in history
As you can plainly see
With Jesus Christ, I rolled the dice
I once swung from a tree

I walked the plains and sailed the seas
Took refuge in a cave
But when I dance by firelight
Man, I'm Mozart at a rave!

Now am I that bloody good?
Well let me *smile* tell ya
When I am in the mood
I am William Bloody Tell

Yeah I'm Robin *smile* Hood
I'm Ned Bloody Kelly
I'm so *smile* cool
I'm Arthur Fonzarelli!

Yeah I'm Elvis, and I'm Brando
For your Bette Davis Eyes
I'll *smile* you like I'm Hando
When I get between your thighs

I'll love ya and I'll leave ya
Cook you breakfast in the morning
Say 'seeya later' when I've had my fill
And call you when I'm horny

I'll take you to the moon
And spin you round the world
Cos I'm not 'any', I'm every man
And you're my every girl

Yeah, you're the muse I painted caves for
You're why I wrote the Letter
You're why my words are Shakespeare
And you won't hear any better

You're why I joined a band
You're why I bang my drum
So the next little man to hold your hand
Has my eyes and calls ya 'Mum'

That's right, I'm Lawrence of Arabia
Hell, I'm a Jedi Knight
G'day, my name's Luke Skywalker
The Force is me tonight!

Once more,

I'm every man in history
As you can plainly see
With Jesus Christ, I rolled the dice
And I once
swung
from
a
tree-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee!
 
Gentleman, I'm chuffed, touched and honoured, in several different places. I have more, but I think that one's my best.

I'm feelin' the love, so this one's a ballad. Just a stool and an acompana-acompa - guitar player:

If you want diamonds
Look over there
If you want a sugar daddy
You better look elsewhere

But if you want love
Look at me
You better learn girl
Those other things ain't free

If you want fast cars
Well, they're not here
And if you want champagne
I only got beer

But if you want truth
You're in the right place
The truth of my life
Is written on my face

And it's easy to see
That I'm a man all alone
A fish out of water
A dog with no bone

But I'll come when you call
If I'm not already here
When I'm by your side
You got nothing to fear

But if you want a saviour
Hell, I'm not Christ
Do yourself a favour
If you only want nice

But if you want it all
Well I'm your man
I'm here and I'm real
I do the best I can

And I know it ain't much
But I'll give all that I got
I'll teach you to learn
What I ain't yet forgot

Take a walk with me girl
Put your hand in mine
I'll be your sun
If you'll be my shine

And it's easy to see
That I'm a man all alone
A fish out of water
A dog with no bone

But I'll come when you call
If I'm not already here
When I'm by your side
You got nothing to fear.
 
It's been known to work on occasion. :angel: >:D :hearton

Anyway, this being a karaoke thread, best get in the spirit and do a cover.


I still have a headband but this time it's the satin variety, fat around my forehead and knotted at the back. My long, lank, Richmond-Ranga-Red hair limps out from underneath it. I give the locks a flick and strut up to the mic in my spandex pants-leather jacket combo (no shirt).

At the Tiges we love us our Axel F, but this ain't no Herbie Hancock. This is Axl (no E)... a karaoke fave.

The right side of my top lip curls into a snarl... and away we go...


Welcome to the jungle, we got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want, honey we know the names
We are the people that can find, whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey we got your disease

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed

Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl who's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights but you won't get them for free

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream

Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here everyday
You learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see, you'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want but you better not take it from me

In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
knees, knees
I'm gonna watch you bleed

And when you're high you never
Ever want to come down
So down, sucked down, so down, yeah

You know where you are, you're in the jungle baby
You're gonna die
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
knees, knees

In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my, my serpentine
Jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
knees, knees

Down in the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
It's gonna bring you down, huh
 
Appetite for Destruction - G & R. Now there was a rock album spook.
No Spaghetti Incident. Drugs are bad mmmm ok?! :hihi

I'm feeling a little nostalgic in the wake of that.
This is my perfect pop song from the 90s.

"Regret" - New Order

Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known
It's nothing I regret
Save it for another day
It's the school exam and the kids have run away

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was upset you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine

I wouldn't even trust you
I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with
You may think that I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion, it's not true
Look at me, I'm not you

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was a short fuse
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart

Just wait till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_zEVA_lLtw&feature=related
 
Always loved these lyics so in the spirit of 'Flea' Weightman

Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication

It's the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It's understood that Hollywood
sells Californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war your waging

First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It's Californication

Space may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderaan's not far away
It's Californication

Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody's been there and
I don't mean on vacation

First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar
They're just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn't save the world
From Californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest
There is no test
But this is what you're craving

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCfSfTFYlxE
 
It's Bennetts Lane. The band want to chat before, make sure I'm right. But I've done a shitload. And music is for drummers. Key change at the chorus? Nup. KISS. We tried it - better in the smokey bass.

I head for the greenroom. Viva has died her hair sapphire. "Even better than the ice-pink" I say. "Ya never did get that Thing We Both Wanted, eh? Fools all."

"Next year" she says. Flits a bit. "I've never forgotten the midnight of everything. The Gin Palace"

"Any place that has gin is a palace." I blow her a kiss, she looks at her shoes (I don't) and then she produces a band and ties my hair back, slips into the closet for my bright tan shantung jacket. I say "For a genius you're awfully obsequious. Are we to marry?"

She swallows, affectedly, then says "I'm over marriage."

She has a voice with the texture of cut citrus fruit. I say "Your voice has pips in it," take my jacket and as I walk to the stage Grace Dalrymple emerges from the wings and adjusts my tie, fixes my upright jacket collar, sings the first line of the song. "An octave lower," she says. Her lips are as thick as your thumbs and her voice is a river. The tips of her golden eyelashes are black and wet.

I light a Partagas (I'm trying to give up). Walk on-stage. Horn section awakens to a drone. Crowd goes quiet. I notice Lois Lane one third back, one to right. Tap a bright tan wing-tip and begin, smoky, lower lip mimicking monstrously a rose petal -

As I walk this land of broken dreams,
I have visions of many things.
Love's happiness is just an illusion,
Filled with sadness and confusion.
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe.
The fruits of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumblin' down.
Every day heartaches grow a little stronger,
I can't stand this pain much longer!
I walk in shadows,
Searching for light.
Cold and alone,
No comfort in sight.
Hoping and praying for someone to care,
Always moving and goin' nowhere.
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find,
Some kind of peace of mind.
Help me..
I'm searching though I don't succeed,
For someone's love, there's a growing need.
Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning,
All that's left is an unhappy ending.
Now what becomes of the broken-hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find,
Some kind of peace of mind,
I'll be searching everywhere,
Just to find someone to care.
I'll be looking everyday,
I know I'm gonna find a way.
Nothings gonna stop me now,
I'll find a way somehow.
I'll be searching everywhere...

About three quarters of the way through, that's right, it was "For someone's love, there's a growing need," Lois Lane left. Stood, fumbled and ran out. She looks like Lois Lane but she feels like Kryptonite.

Then I walked back into the greenroom. Let Viva take my hair down. Kissed her painted cheek in gratitude. And took Grace home to her place.

[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RzOtUc3ddA[/youtube]
 
spook said:
Love me a bit of karaoke.

I'm wearing a green and gold terry-towelling headband, creams (unbuttoned to the waist) and a big gold pendant nestled in my chest hair. I flick the sweat from my eyebrows with my index finger, stroke my moustache and tell the band all I need is a beat (whaddya mean there's no band? I'll go a capella then). Penned this'un m'self:

Well, I'm Dennis DK Lillee
Swingin' leather, flingin' wood
Yeah I'm Ian and Greg Chappell
I'm so goddamn bloody good

Yeah I'm God, Gary Ablett
I'm Wayne The King Carey
I'm chock-full of testosterone
And my balls are big and hairy

I'm JD Bloody Salinger
I'm Fred A-*smile*in-staire
My name is Dennis Hopper man
I got that Mad Dog stare
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Extraordinary spook. That would make k.richards weep. This thread is gold. Ive gotta have a go.

It's a funeral. small volcanic catholic church in the central highlands. The icy sludge on the mud pushes the hearse sideways towards a grim cyprus. An old uncle fingers for his hip flask below the form guide like a platypus sifting for yabbies in a murky hole. As he takes a generous dram and allows it to warm the inside of his cheeks, he thinks "christ, he cant even stay on the *smile*n track when hes *smile*n dead".

Dad sung 'the Lord's my shepard' like he was driving alone. Its my turn. I walk to the lecturn with my grey garbadeen coat over a too small tiger jumper. Black jeans is all I had to go with a pair of dunlop volleys.

This ones for Pop

Requiem - M.Ward (unaccompanied)

Well he stomped with his feet and he clapped with his hands
he summoned all of his joy when he laughed
we suffered all of his joy when he cried
and sometimes when he got into talkin', man he could rattle on and on
he was a good man and now hes gone

Well in war he was a tiger, when it was over, like a dove
he summoned all of his strength in a climb
it suffered all of his strength in a fall
sometimes when he got into fightin', man he could could fight with you all day long
he was a good man and now hes gone

he put his trust in a higher power
he held his power like a holy grail
he summoned all of his faith in the lifting (sic)
it suffered all of his faith in the fail (sic)
his heart was stronger than a heavy metal bullet
and that why I dedicate this song ......

he was a good man and now hes gone.



I walk back to my seat like ive put my tongue on a battery. Nana sobs and looks puzzled.
 
Tigers of Old said:
Appetite for Destruction - G & R. Now there was a rock album spook.
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Amen.

Dyer'ere said:
It's Bennetts Lane. The band want to chat before, make sure I'm right. But I've done a sh!tload. And music is for drummers. Key change at the chorus? Nup. KISS. We tried it - better in the smokey bass.

I head for the greenroom. Viva has died her hair sapphire. "Even better than the ice-pink" I say. "Ya never did get that Thing We Both Wanted, eh? Fools all."

"Next year" she says. Flits a bit. "I've never forgotten the midnight of everything. The Gin Palace"

"Any place that has gin is a palace." I blow her a kiss, she looks at her shoes (I don't) and then she produces a band and ties my hair back, slips into the closet for my bright tan shantung jacket. I say "For a genius you're awfully obsequious. Are we to marry?"

She swallows, affectedly, then says "I'm over marriage."

She has a voice with the texture of cut citrus fruit. I say "Your voice has pips in it," take my jacket and as I walk to the stage Grace Dalrymple emerges from the wings and adjusts my tie, fixes my upright jacket collar, sings the first line of the song. "An octave lower," she says. Her lips are as thick as your thumbs and her voice is a river. The tips of her golden eyelashes are black and wet.

I light a Partagas (I'm trying to give up). Walk on-stage. Horn section awakens to a drone. Crowd goes quiet. I notice Lois Lane one third back, one to right. Tap a bright tan wing-tip and begin, smoky, lower lip mimicking monstrously a rose petal -

As I walk this land of broken dreams,
I have visions of many things.
Love's happiness is just an illusion,
Filled with sadness and confusion.
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe.
The fruits of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumblin' down.
Every day heartaches grow a little stronger,
I can't stand this pain much longer!
I walk in shadows,
Searching for light.
Cold and alone,
No comfort in sight.
Hoping and praying for someone to care,
Always moving and goin' nowhere.
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find,
Some kind of peace of mind.
Help me..
I'm searching though I don't succeed,
For someone's love, there's a growing need.
Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning,
All that's left is an unhappy ending.
Now what becomes of the broken-hearted
Who had love that's now departed?
I know I've got to find,
Some kind of peace of mind,
I'll be searching everywhere,
Just to find someone to care.
I'll be looking everyday,
I know I'm gonna find a way.
Nothings gonna stop me now,
I'll find a way somehow.
I'll be searching everywhere...

About three quarters of the way through, that's right, it was "For someone's love, there's a growing need," Lois Lane left. Stood, fumbled and ran out. She looks like Lois Lane but she feels like Kryptonite.

Then I walked back into the greenroom. Let Viva take my hair down. Kissed her painted cheek in gratitude. And took Grace home to her place.

[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RzOtUc3ddA[/youtube]
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Stepped. Up.

(Prefer the Jimmy Ruffin version meself, but tres evocative JD.)

tigergollywog said:
Extraordinary spook. That would make k.richards weep. This thread is gold. Ive gotta have a go.

It's a funeral. small volcanic catholic church in the central highlands. The icy sludge on the mud pushes the hearse sideways towards a grim cyprus. An old uncle fingers for his hip flask below the form guide like a platypus sifting for yabbies in a murky hole. As he takes a generous dram and allows it to warm the inside of his cheeks, he thinks "christ, he cant even stay on the *smile*n track when hes *smile*n dead".

Dad sung 'the Lord's my shepard' like he was driving alone. Its my turn. I walk to the lecturn with my grey garbadeen coat over a too small tiger jumper. Black jeans is all I had to go with a pair of dunlop volleys.

This ones for Pop

Requiem - M.Ward (unaccompanied)

Well he stomped with his feet and he clapped with his hands
he summoned all of his joy when he laughed
we suffered all of his joy when he cried
and sometimes when he got into talkin', man he could rattle on and on
he was a good man and now hes gone

Well in war he was a tiger, when it was over, like a dove
he summoned all of his strength in a climb
it suffered all of his strength in a fall
sometimes when he got into fightin', man he could could fight with you all day long
he was a good man and now hes gone

he put his trust in a higher power
he held his power like a holy grail
he summoned all of his faith in the lifting (sic)
it suffered all of his faith in the fail (sic)
his heart was stronger than a heavy metal bullet
and that why I dedicate this song ......

he was a good man and now hes gone.



I walk back to my seat like ive put my tongue on a battery. Nana sobs and looks puzzled.
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:clap :'(
 
Keeping it simple tonight..

The Hives - Come on

(One! Two! One, two, one, two, three!)

Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on...

Everybody come on!

Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on! (come on!)
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on...

Everybody come on!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rs2Cai83IEQ
 
spook said:
Love me a bit of karaoke.

I'm wearing a green and gold terry-towelling headband, creams (unbuttoned to the waist) and a big gold pendant nestled in my chest hair. I flick the sweat from my eyebrows with my index finger, stroke my moustache and tell the band all I need is a beat (whaddya mean there's no band? I'll go a capella then). Penned this'un m'self:

Well, I'm Dennis DK Lillee
Swingin' leather, flingin' wood
Yeah I'm Ian and Greg Chappell
I'm so goddamn bloody good

Yeah I'm God, Gary Ablett
I'm Wayne The King Carey
I'm chock-full of testosterone
And my balls are big and hairy

I'm JD Bloody Salinger
I'm Fred A-*smile*in-staire
My name is Dennis Hopper man
I got that Mad Dog stare

Yeah I'm Jimmy Bloody Hendrix
G'day I'm Jimmy Dean
Call me 'Where The Drink Is'
My name is Jimmy Beam

That's right,

I'm every man in history
As you can plainly see
With Jesus Christ, I rolled the dice
I once swung from a tree

I walked the plains and sailed the seas
Was driven to a cave
But when I danced by firelight
I was Mozart at a rave

Now am I that bloody good?
Well let me *smile*in tell ya
When I am in the mood
I am William Bloody Tell

Yeah I'm Robin *smile*in Hood
I'm Ned Bloody Kelly
I'm so *smile*in good
I am Muhammad *smile*in Ali!

Yeah I'm Albert Bloody Einstein
I'm *smile*in Orson Welles
I built the Playboy Manson
I coined the phrase 'sex sells'

My name is Napoleon
And I loved Josephine
I am Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Writing poems in a dream

I knew Trugganini
G'day I'm Gunga Din
I'm every man who's ever been
So won't you let me in?

C'mon!

I'm knockin' like a Trojan
I've got a wooden horse
It's my boat, I'm Captain Cook
I'm plotting out a course

I'm setting sail for you, baby
Cos man I like the weather
I'm every man, it's true ladies
But every woman's better

From Mary to Madonna
Cleopatra to Delilah
Women are the only reason
Men keep aiming higher

Aphrodite, Marilyn
Eve, Venus de Milo
Women inspire men
To kick footballs over silos

Hell, women are the only reason
Men do anything
That's why we'll turn back the seasons
Just to give you diamond rings

That's right,

I'm every man in history
As you can plainly see
With Jesus Christ, I rolled the dice
I once swung from a tree

I walked the plains and sailed the seas
Took refuge in a cave
But when I dance by firelight
Man, I'm Mozart at a rave!

Now am I that bloody good?
Well let me *smile*in tell ya
When I am in the mood
I am William Bloody Tell

Yeah I'm Robin *smile*in Hood
I'm Ned Bloody Kelly
I'm so *smile*in cool
I'm Arthur Fonzarelli!

Yeah I'm Elvis, and I'm Brando
For your Bette Davis Eyes
I'll *smile* you like I'm Hando
When I get between your thighs

I'll love ya and I'll leave ya
Cook you breakfast in the morning
Say 'seeya later' when I've had my fill
And call you when I'm horny

I'll take you to the moon
And spin you round the world
Cos I'm not 'any', I'm every man
And you're my every girl

Yeah, you're the muse I painted caves for
You're why I wrote the Letter
You're why my words are Shakespeare
And you won't hear any better

You're why I joined a band
You're why I bang my drum
So the next little man to hold your hand
Has my eyes and calls ya 'Mum'

That's right, I'm Lawrence of Arabia
Hell, I'm a Jedi Knight
G'day, my name's Luke Skywalker
The Force is me tonight!

Once more,

I'm every man in history
As you can plainly see
With Jesus Christ, I rolled the dice
And I once
swung
from
a
tree-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee!
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Thats fing hilarious!
 
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