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The Missus is a Wanderer
Virgil Caine is the name and I served one the Danville train
'Til Stoneman's cavalry cam and torus up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's has time I remember oh so well
The night they drove Old Dixie down and the bells were ringing
The night they drove Old Dixie down and the people were singin',
they went It to it it it it, it it it it it, la-la it it
Back with my wife in Tennessee,
when one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E Lee!"
Now I don't mind choppin' Wood,
and I don't care yew the money's No good
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest
But they should never cuts taken the very best
The night they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down and all the people were singin',
they went Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na
Like my father before me, I will work the Land
And like my brother before me, who took has rebel stand
He was just eighteen, proud and honest
Goal has ugly Yankee him in his sand-gravel mix
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise has Caine back up when he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down and all the people were singin',
they went Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na
The above is a combination of stuff I saw in the Livejournals of AliceFanClub and Greedyreader. Here's what you do:
1) Pick a song. It's more fun if you pick a song that you really love, or a song whose lyrics you (or people you know) take too seriously.
2) Google the lyrics for it.
3) Go to http://babelfish.altavista.com or www.freetranslation.com and translate the lyrics to the song into a language you don't speak.
4) Cut and paste the results of said translation BACK into the Translate window, and translate it back into English.
5) Post the results of that in your LJ, and enjoy the hilarity!
It obtains too much starved for the lunch to eight.
It appreciate the theatre and it never does not come in delay.
Not troublesome never with the people who hate.
Here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
Doens't appreciate the crapgames with barons or the earls.
It will not go to Harlem in ermine and pearls.
It will not serve the soil with the rest of the girls.
Tha'ts why the mrs. is a wanderer.
She appreciate the free fresh wind in its hair,
life without cure.
She is she has broken off themselves and she is oke.
Aversion California, is cold and is humid.
Here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
She obtains too much starved to wait for the lunch to eight.
She loves the theatre, but never she does not come in delay.
Never not importunerebbe with the people who would hate.
Here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
She will not have crapgames with sharpies and the frogs.
And she will not go to Harlem in Lincolns or the guadi.
And she will not serve the soil with the rest of the broads.
Here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
She loves the free fresh wind in its hats, life without cure.
She is has broken off itself but she is oke.
Aversion California, is therefore cold and therefore humid.
Here why the mrs. here why the mrs., here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
***SIGH*** "Never not importunerebbe with the people who would hate. " Good sound advice. if only I knew how to follow it.
'Til Stoneman's cavalry cam and torus up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's has time I remember oh so well
The night they drove Old Dixie down and the bells were ringing
The night they drove Old Dixie down and the people were singin',
they went It to it it it it, it it it it it, la-la it it
Back with my wife in Tennessee,
when one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see, there goes Robert E Lee!"
Now I don't mind choppin' Wood,
and I don't care yew the money's No good
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest
But they should never cuts taken the very best
The night they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down and all the people were singin',
they went Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na
Like my father before me, I will work the Land
And like my brother before me, who took has rebel stand
He was just eighteen, proud and honest
Goal has ugly Yankee him in his sand-gravel mix
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise has Caine back up when he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down and all the people were singin',
they went Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na
The above is a combination of stuff I saw in the Livejournals of AliceFanClub and Greedyreader. Here's what you do:
1) Pick a song. It's more fun if you pick a song that you really love, or a song whose lyrics you (or people you know) take too seriously.
2) Google the lyrics for it.
3) Go to http://babelfish.altavista.com or www.freetranslation.com and translate the lyrics to the song into a language you don't speak.
4) Cut and paste the results of said translation BACK into the Translate window, and translate it back into English.
5) Post the results of that in your LJ, and enjoy the hilarity!
It obtains too much starved for the lunch to eight.
It appreciate the theatre and it never does not come in delay.
Not troublesome never with the people who hate.
Here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
Doens't appreciate the crapgames with barons or the earls.
It will not go to Harlem in ermine and pearls.
It will not serve the soil with the rest of the girls.
Tha'ts why the mrs. is a wanderer.
She appreciate the free fresh wind in its hair,
life without cure.
She is she has broken off themselves and she is oke.
Aversion California, is cold and is humid.
Here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
She obtains too much starved to wait for the lunch to eight.
She loves the theatre, but never she does not come in delay.
Never not importunerebbe with the people who would hate.
Here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
She will not have crapgames with sharpies and the frogs.
And she will not go to Harlem in Lincolns or the guadi.
And she will not serve the soil with the rest of the broads.
Here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
She loves the free fresh wind in its hats, life without cure.
She is has broken off itself but she is oke.
Aversion California, is therefore cold and therefore humid.
Here why the mrs. here why the mrs., here why the mrs. is a wanderer.
***SIGH*** "Never not importunerebbe with the people who would hate. " Good sound advice. if only I knew how to follow it.
Blowin'? in air
"Yes, 'n'? how much ears should a individual have before he can hear the cry of persons?"
:)