Post by ylruC niatpaC on Apr 7, 2005 14:38:55 GMT -5
I'm writing a few original hair metal songs.
My signature song is How to I get a (Ticket Ticket Ticket) To Your Love Machine.
It's Pure Cheesy Gold!!
Ticket (To Your Love Machine)
Oh, baby, baby, you’re drivin’ me crazy!
Sometimes I wonder what you're doin'
It's like thowin quarters at a jammed payphone
Tell me baby, baby, what am I doin' wrong
You always look at me like I'm Richard Simmons in a thong
Baby, baby, you make me want to scream!
You let in the postman and the bum down the street
But when it comes to me, you’re nowhere to be seen
Yeah, baby, you make me want to scream,
How do I get a ticket ticket ticket to your love machine
Let me on you’re a-Team, baby
How do I get a ticket ticket ticket to your love machine
(Who-oh-oh!)
I know that you might not like my style
That Rob Shneider allure, that Richard Simmons smile
Just let me on the theme park ride once and you'll see
It's our destiny to make history baby
I know we can be like the Hindenburg if we try
Just accept my call
Baby, baby, you make me want to scream!
You let in the postman and the bum down the street
But when it comes to me, you’re nowhere to be seen
Yeah, baby, you make me want to scream,
How do I get a ticket ticket ticket to your love machine
Let me on you’re a-Team, baby
How do I get a ticket ticket ticket to your love machine
(Hot scorching guitar solo here)
(Whoa-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh-oh)
More lines soon.
My signature song is How to I get a (Ticket Ticket Ticket) To Your Love Machine.
It's Pure Cheesy Gold!!
Ticket (To Your Love Machine)
Oh, baby, baby, you’re drivin’ me crazy!
Sometimes I wonder what you're doin'
It's like thowin quarters at a jammed payphone
Tell me baby, baby, what am I doin' wrong
You always look at me like I'm Richard Simmons in a thong
Baby, baby, you make me want to scream!
You let in the postman and the bum down the street
But when it comes to me, you’re nowhere to be seen
Yeah, baby, you make me want to scream,
How do I get a ticket ticket ticket to your love machine
Let me on you’re a-Team, baby
How do I get a ticket ticket ticket to your love machine
(Who-oh-oh!)
I know that you might not like my style
That Rob Shneider allure, that Richard Simmons smile
Just let me on the theme park ride once and you'll see
It's our destiny to make history baby
I know we can be like the Hindenburg if we try
Just accept my call
Baby, baby, you make me want to scream!
You let in the postman and the bum down the street
But when it comes to me, you’re nowhere to be seen
Yeah, baby, you make me want to scream,
How do I get a ticket ticket ticket to your love machine
Let me on you’re a-Team, baby
How do I get a ticket ticket ticket to your love machine
(Hot scorching guitar solo here)
(Whoa-oh-oh!)
(Whoa-oh-oh)
More lines soon.
