Okay bugging music question

[Wild Dingo]

Ive had this damned flamin song rambling through my noggin all day and do you think I can work out which song it is and who sang it?? NOT A BLOODY CHANCE!!! :mad: and I'll bet dollars to donuts its easy as... when someone tells me :rolleyes:

"Its a long way to the top if you wanna rock an roll"

Thats it over and over and flamin over ALL FLAMIN DAY!!! its drivin me nuts! :mad:

[Jim H]

AC/DC, isn't it?

[Wild Dingo]

Gawd was it?? I was starting to think Kiss... ****e! I hate this kinda music just sticks and goes round and round and round and ROUND!!! aaahhhh :mad:

[Meerkat]

[A]
Riding down the highway
Going to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playing rock 'n' roll
Getting robbed
Getting stoned
Getting beat up
Broken boned
Getting had
Getting took
I tell you folks, it's harder than it looks

Chorus:
It's a [A]long way to the [G]top if you wan[D]na rock 'n' [A]roll x 2
If you [A]think it's easy doing one night stands [D]
Try playing in a rock 'n' roll band
It's a [G]long way to the [D]top if you wanna to rock 'n' [A]roll

Break:
[A]
[G] [D] [A] x 4

[A] Quiet
Hotel, motel
Make you want to cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Getting old Heavy
Getting grey
Getting ripped off
Under paid
Getting sold
Second hand
That's how it goes, playing in a band

Chorus:
It's a [A]long way to the [G]top if you wan[D]na rock 'n' [A]roll x 2
If you [A]wanna be a star of stage and screen [D]
Look out, it's rough and mean
It's a [G]long way to the [D]top if you wanna to rock 'n' [A]roll x 4

It's a long way Repeat & ad-lib

[Wild Dingo]

Your right Jim! Thats the buggar and it was AC/DC... now maybe it will buggar off!! been tryin everything from Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee to Jimmy Buffett and Bob Marley to get rid of that thing!

NOW! maybe I can get it gone thanks fellas!

[Jim H]

Originally posted by Wild Dingo:
Your right Jim! Thats the buggar and it was AC/DC... now maybe it will buggar off!! been tryin everything from Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee to Jimmy Buffett and Bob Marley to get rid of that thing!

NOW! maybe I can get it gone thanks fellas!:D and now, tfhe mullet of doom...

But don't tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'll understand.
But if you tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart,
he might blow up and kill this man.

You can tell the world
you never was my girl,
you can burn my clothes
up when I am gone.
You can tell your friends
just what a fool I've been,
and laugh and joke
about me on the phone

You can tell my arms :
Go back into the farm!
You can tell my feet
to hit the floor.
You can tell my lips
to tell my fingertips,
they won't be reaching out
for you no more.

But don't tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'll understand.
But if you tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart,
he might blow up and kill this man.

You can tell your Ma,
I moved to Arkansas,
you can tell your dog
to bite my leg.
Or tell your brother Cliff,
whose fist can tell my lips,
he never really liked me anyway.

Or tell your Aunt Louise,
tell anything you please,
myself already knows I'm not O.K.
Or you can tell my eyes
to watch out for my mind,
it might be walkin' out
on me one day.

[Jack Heinlen]

I hate it when this happens. I listen to the radio at night, the late night talky shows, and the worst of this lodge-in-the-noggin species is the damned jingles for windshields and, and magnetic resonance imaging, and penis enhancement that lodge in there when asleep. I've taken, mostly, to not doing it anymore, 'cause I'll awake with some jingle, sure as shootin'.

Getting those lyrics in your head Shane shows a mispent youth, fur sure. :D

Here's a few other lyrics, to point the way to salvation, and salve those demons.

Spanish Pipe Dream

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke

Chorus:
Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do

Repeat chorus:

Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face
I said "You must know the answer."
"She said, "No but I'll give it a try."
And to this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why

We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own.

John Prine