The first Super Bowl I remember was Cowboys/Steelers I<br>Played in Miami, under the warm Florida sun<br>
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The first Super Bowl I remember was Cowboys/Steelers I<br>Played in Miami, under the warm Florida sun<br>
The first Super Bowl I remember was Cowboys/Steelers I<br>
Played in Miami, under the warm Florida sun<br>
After Cliff Harris talked crap to the Steelers kicker, the Cowboys stopped having fun
The first Super Bowl I remember was Cowboys/Steelers I<br>
Played in Miami, under the warm Florida sun<br>
After Cliff Harris talked crap to the Steelers kicker, the Cowboys stopped having fun<br>Dallas returned to the Superbowl two years later and won!<br>
It's criminal...there ought to be a law...<br>Those 300 pound babes I see at NASCAR races, they should have to wear a bra<br>while posing for the cameras, you'd think they thought they were a star
It's criminal...there ought to be a law...<br>
Those 300 pound babes I see at NASCAR races, they should have to wear a bra<br>
while posing for the cameras, you'd think they thought they were a star <br>
Well, some do look like Lulu from Hee Haw
Hidin' low, looking right to left<br>
The first Super Bowl I remember was Cowboys/Steelers I<br>Played in Miami, under the warm Florida sun<br>
The first Super Bowl I remember was Cowboys/Steelers I<br>
Played in Miami, under the warm Florida sun<br>
After Cliff Harris talked crap to the Steelers kicker, the Cowboys stopped having fun
The first Super Bowl I remember was Cowboys/Steelers I<br>
Played in Miami, under the warm Florida sun<br>
After Cliff Harris talked crap to the Steelers kicker, the Cowboys stopped having fun<br>Dallas returned to the Superbowl two years later and won!<br>
Hidin' low, looking right to left<br>looking out for my ride & guarding it from theft<br>Some thieves move with great deft<br>
It's criminal...there ought to be a law...<br>
It's criminal...there ought to be a law...<br>
Those 300 pound babes I see at NASCAR races, they should have to wear a bra
It's criminal...there ought to be a law...<br>Those 300 pound babes I see at NASCAR races, they should have to wear a bra<br>while posing for the cameras, you'd think they thought they were a star
It's criminal...there ought to be a law...<br>
Those 300 pound babes I see at NASCAR races, they should have to wear a bra<br>
while posing for the cameras, you'd think they thought they were a star <br>
Well, some do look like Lulu from Hee Haw
Hidin' low, looking right to left<br>
Hidin' low, looking right to left<br>
looking out for my ride & guarding it from theft<br>
Some thieves move with great deft<br>
But my three-ton hot rod's got some serious heft!
Hidin' low, looking right to left<br>looking out for my ride & guarding it from theft
Hidin' low, looking right to left<br>looking out for my ride & guarding it from theft<br>Some thieves move with great deft<br>
Hidin' low, looking right to left<br>
looking out for my ride & guarding it from theft<br>
Some thieves move with great deft<br>
But my three-ton hot rod's got some serious heft!
here I sit, broken hearted...<br>
All rarin' to go, but couldn't get started...
here I sit, broken hearted...<br>
All rarin' to go, but couldn't get started... <br>
For I'm broke, my money long parted...
Here I sit all broken hearted<br>
All rarin to go, but couldn't get started<br>
For I'm broke, my money long parted<br>
And I thought this poem was about someone who farted!
<p>here I sit, broken hearted...</p>
here I sit, broken hearted...<br>
All rarin' to go, but couldn't get started...
here I sit, broken hearted...<br>All rarin' to go, but couldn't get started... <br>For I'm broke, my money long parted...<br>well, at least the gas passed cause I %arted
here I sit, broken hearted...<br>
All rarin' to go, but couldn't get started... <br>
For I'm broke, my money long parted...
<p><font color="#000000" face="Tahoma">Two endings for the same poem.<br><br><br>maribell</font></p>
<font color="#000000" face="Tahoma">Two endings for the same poem.<br>Five hours apart, he showed 'em<br></font>
Here I sit all broken hearted<br>
All rarin to go, but couldn't get started<br>
For I'm broke, my money long parted<br>
And I thought this poem was about someone who farted!
here I sit, broken hearted...<br>All rarin' to go, but couldn't get started... <br>For I'm broke, my money long parted...<br>well, at least the gas passed cause I %arted
<p><font color="#000000" face="Tahoma">Two endings for the same poem.<br><br><br>maribell</font></p>
<font color="#000000" face="Tahoma">Two endings for the same poem.<br>Five hours apart, he showed 'em<br></font>
<font face="Tahoma">Two endings for the same poem.<br>Five hours apart, he showed 'em<br>Hungry? Want to share a Steak-um?<br><br>maribell</font>
<font face="Helvetica">Two endings for the same poem.<br>Five hours apart, he showed 'em<br>Hungry? Want to share a Steak-um?<br>a sleep at the wheel with a bottle of rum</font>
cry me a river until the end of all time....
cry me a river until the end of all time....<br>
the blues dun got me from livin' a life of crime...
cry me a river until the end of all time....<br>the blues dun got me from livin' a life of crime...<br>I reckon' I better come up with a rhyme.<br><br><br><br><br><br>maribell
<font face="Tahoma">Two endings for the same poem.<br>Five hours apart, he showed 'em<br>Hungry? Want to share a Steak-um?<br><br>maribell</font>
cry me a river until the end of all time....<br>
the blues dun got me from livin' a life of crime...<br>
I reckon' I better come up with a rhyme. <br>
or I can sit here and sing Dan Fogelbergs "same old lang syne"
Oh no, I can't stand that song.<br><br><br><br><br><br>maribell