If I can't have everything well then just give me a taste
Desperately seeking Sonic
We'll have a good time baby don't you worry
Have that bitch make me some blueberry pancakes
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
Glorious wastings of my time
I'd like to turn off time and kill my mind
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
We'll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it
Third verse, same as the first!
Sounds like somebody's gotta case of the Mondays
Now let me see you shake your rump like a rump shaker
I got a lust for life - ooooh
Little pink houses for you and me
Another one bytes the dust
Oh no - you're invited but your friend can't come
This sort of thing ain't my bag, baby!
For the guy who has everything
To the heart, tick tock you don't stop
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
Get back to where you once belonged
Not yet a woman - brought to you by Botox
This used to be my playground
Two tacos shy of a fiesta platter
The battle of who could care less
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better
'Cuz I can't be your Superman...
Goddess on a mountain top
Lovely Spaaam! Wonderful Spaaam!
Let's hop on the good foot and do the bad thing!
Does this floss make my butt look big?
What's your definition of dirty, baby?
An Apple a day keeps Ctrl+Alt+Delete away
It's an institute you can't disparage
Can't sleep - clowns will eat me
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
Saturday night's alright for fightin'
Everything I would like to be
Fame, makes a (wo)man take things over
I'm not dead! I'm getting better!
Now we know who we're looking for
Death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth
Hopelessly devoted to you
Today's the day we'll say 'I do'
And my heart breaks for the 137th time this week
Surf me baby, one more time
Puttin' away the last of the masking tape and boxes
You be me for awhile, and I'll be you
All tantrum, all the time
Su-prise, su-prise, su-prise
You make my dreams come true
www means wretched writers welcome
No one hears me sing this song
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
Hey, there! Hi, there! Ho, there!
Slide, slide, slippedy slide
Oh I wish I was a little bar of soap
I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight
To think some people get fired for surfing the web
Everybody's workin' for the weekend
Today is the greatest day I've ever known
I'm so mad I'm seeing plaid
But you've got to learn to reach out there and grab it
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
I'm tellin' ya'll it's a sabotage
Look at me, I can be centerfield
In your satin tights fighting for your rights
It had to be you...this week
Uh huh huh huh uh huh huh
Everything's bigger in Texas
They are weak but He is strong
Duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh
Let me hear your body talk
Maybe it was all the puppy lovin', Mikey?
I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins
I need you now like I needed you then
'Til this current fashion season do us part
Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news
Don't Pack up little camper
Eyesight? I don't need no stinkin' eyesight!
I'm talkin' 'bout bad bad girls
Picture Page! It's Picture Page!
We hold these truths to be self-evident
The good guys dress in black remember that
I scream, you scream, we all scream for...
A girl who will laugh for no one else
Movin' on up to the east siiiide
And it just keeps getting better
Here's to you Ms. Silly Blog Commentator
Who's that funky dude starin' back at me?
One of my rare blog "cat" posts...
The green, green grass of home
If she would dance I would DJ
Let's do the timewarp again
I'm not made of brick, I'm not made of stone
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days