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Take Me Away
(Parody of “Cowboy Take Me Away”) Wanna break it for all its worth I wanna blow the Groups up and make it sound As I pound hard on the ground… In the comfort of my home In a mild rage over Yahoo In their glitch for you Oh this sounds bad for me and you: CHORUS Please just take me away Into this world as you to me say In your eyes so blue Let me please continue Closer to Yahell below And we’re close to know They wanna skip all their fun Some wanna look at the glitches here And it only brings to me a tear… I wanna have a lot of fun While things get done I will make you smile That cure sounds good to me…I said Let’s hit Yahoo instead… Chorus BACK TO 1ST VERSE Chorus
Yahoo Glitches Who doesn't know what I'm talking about Who's never been mad, who's never stuck out Their tongue out at one very deserving And Yahoo’s gotten a bit more unnerving Many words from them will sound hollow A founder finds it hard to swallow It takes its shape in a place normal day But it pisses us off in every way CHORUS: Don’t need wide Yahoo glitches Less room to make big mistakes With fewer bitches We need a few breaks We traveled this route here before Not knowing what is for us in store It won't be coming back or will it come back With a new glitch which will be out of whack… CHORUS As Yahoo drives us members nuts, aloud we yell: It still smells like Bandini had been lit” CHORUS We need a few breaks
We Swear
(Parody of John Michael
Montgomery's "I Swear")I see the anger in your eyes I know the temper's on the rise... You can be sure that they'll fix that glitch... Cause they'll be sickened by every bitch??? If only a sigh of relief And a little belief That they'll fix that glitch... CHORUS: We swear At that little stinking red "Y" Tempers high We swear Those back 40s running with pride Run and hide As members we're not We founders have fought The fact we don't exist just anywhere And swear... We tell them everything they can To shove their glitches with their two hands We want to hang Yahoo...oh...so high Because they're graying all our hair... You won't have to ask if they did care They will turn that glitch on high Causing many a sigh... CHORUS We swear At the glitches all seen and heard... Flippin' bird... We swear Yahoo's runnin' by 404... We want more Yet better than flubs For the Yahoo clubs Though love 'em through every glitch of terror... We swear... And swear... © 2001 Ludwig van Catt
Yahoo
needs a change
It seems like all our lives That Yahoo's been throwin' knives Here always at our head... We post every kind of thread That Yahoo's, been actin' pretty strange... Shut off an hour or two From postin' that what is due But I never thought I'd get through... From that ever lovin' glitch 'Cause pretty soon we'd bitch And be lookin' for a change... CHORUS Yes a change We can see a little trouble When we see that red Y... We swear...at Yahoo a little louder Every time we hear that name... You know we could never see why The glitches we see double To make them prouder I'm talkin' 'bout their claim to fame I'm not gonna bitch On this glitch... Hey, I must confess Yahoo's just a mess Every single time they've pissed Us off when we have missed I'd like their necks to caress With two hands for makin' this mess... Say bye to Yahell's lust We've seen that they're a bust They look the other way From complaints from today... Ever since they should arrange These clubs lookin' for a change... CHORUS They’re too strange… © 2001 Ludwig van Catt
Stinkin’
Problem
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