Ok, so lets have a little fun here on the last Friday in August. There are
at least 45 songs mentioned in this story, most from the 80's. The rules:
1. Name the song title
2. Name the artist
3. No cheating. Do this from memory. Don't Google or use any other
internet resource for your answers.
4. Have fun!!
I'll post the answers when it looks like all guessing is done.
Disclaimer: I didn't write this, it is from a gaming forum that I'm a
member of, but I was the winner because I managed to find all the songs.
The window lickers went on strike yesterday. I was too sexy for their
shirts...too sexy for my shirt...but not too sexy for my Kia. And they
didn't like that I wore my sunglasses at night while driving my Little Red
Corvette. So they jammed to Panama and told me they were coming back to get
me. One window licker pulled his tongue off of the windshield and screamed,
"If I had a photograph of you...there would be something to remind me..."
So, with a Rebel Yell I hollered back, "I want more, more, more! And I will
shake you all night long!" So I jammed in my fast machine that I keep the
motor clean, and it looks like I will be dancing with myself for awhile.
This situation is spinning right 'round...like a record baby...'round,
'round. You don't mess with a missionary man! I know, I know. I hear you
dudes - I need to relax and don't do it, but what if I want to go through
it?
The shortbusians need to know that I am the king of rock, there is none
higher, and all their MC's will call me sire...and that to rock my kingdom
they must use fire, cause I won't stop rock'in 'til I retire! Until then,
they can listen to me on the Mexican Radio as they drive to Panama, and
listen in stereo. Besides, they all wear pink and live in pink houses. I
know they look pretty in pink, and I tell them all of the time "dudes, what
I like about you, is that you are the sultans of swing. But I wear my
sunglasses at night because you freaks are blinding me with science."
Chief window licker stopped the car and pulled out a sledgehammer, she is a
goody two shoes, but had a look in her eyes that creeped me out. I think
she was thinking about burning down the house. She came at me with pure
energy, while turning Japanese. One dude turned up the radio, and chief let
out a war cry. She howled, "We're not gonna take! No! We ain't gonna take
it anymore!" She was coming so fast at me I thought, "If she hits me, it
will cut like a knife, and I wouldn't have the reflex to take these broken
wings (I fell earlier in the day on my arms), and bang a gong and get it
on." But I did notice that she was a pretty woman, and I thought, "She's
got legs..." And as fast as she was running at me with her sledgehammer, I
also thought, "And she knows how to use them..."
In conclusion, I grabbed the little mite, unleashed some TNT on her, and
said, "I will rock you like a hurricane dude! I would walk 500 miles on your
forehead and toss you under the last train to Clarksville! You are now
loosing your religion and there ain't no sunshine when she's gone, there
ain't no mountain high enough for you to be safe! Ya dig, der kommisar?"
So they turned and went their way, and I my way. we crossed a bridge over
troubled waters and will get back to normal soon. Man, everybody wants to
rule the world, they want to be their own personal Jesus. We took one last
look at each other I, as I smiled at her, I said, "Hey chief, good girls
don't...got it." I think her name is Roxanne.
--
Sherry Abercrombie
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
Arthur C. Clarke
