MinnesotaSoxFan Posted June 6, 2004 Author Share Posted June 6, 2004 Born in the South Side (Born in the USA) Born down in a dead man's town The first hit I took was when I ran the ground Cubs end up like a dog that's been beat too much 'Til you spend half your life just covering up Born in the South Side Born in the South Side Born in the South Side Born in the South Side I got in a little hometown jam And so they put a bat in my hands Sent me off to the Metrodome To go and beat the Minnesota man Born in the South Side Born in the South Side Born in the South Side Born in the South Side Come back home to the Cell Coach says "Son if it was up to me" I go down to see the G.M. man He said "Son don't you understand" Born in the South Side Born in the South Side Born in the South Side Born in the South Side I had a buddy at Milwaukee Fighting off the Twins They're still there, he's all gone He had a little girl in New York I got a picture of him in her arms Down in the shadow of the Cell Out by the gun fires of the projects I'm one mile down the road Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go I'm a long gone Ozzie in the South side Born in the South Side I'm a cool rocking Ozzie in the South Side Born in the South Side Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gene Honda Civic Posted June 6, 2004 Share Posted June 6, 2004 Little Willy by Sweet. Get to work. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DBAHO Posted June 6, 2004 Share Posted June 6, 2004 The Quiet Things No - One or (Maggilo) Ever Knows by Brand New We saw the western coast. I saw the hospital. Nurse the hamstring like a wound. We paint a Ozzie's tryst. We're neither clear nor descript. We kept it safe and slow. The quiet things of Maggilo no one ever knows. Keep the blood in your head and keep your feet on the ground. Today's the day it gets tired. Today's the day we drop down. Give up my body for the Sox. All for an nice lookin hotel. Wasting words on reporters. I contemplate the day I can join the Mets. My General Manager is boring me to death. Your uniform is ruined in the rain. By then you like to do without Jerry Manuel. There's nothing new to talk about. And though our team is not blessed, the ownership let them shoulder all the blame. Keep the blood in your head and keep your feet on the ground. Today's the day it gets tired. Today's the day we drop down. Give up my body for the Sox. All for an nice lookin hotel. Wasting words on reporters. I lie for only my agent. And I lie well. Halleluh. Keep the blood in your head and keep your feet on the ground. Today's the day it gets tired. Today's the day we drop down. Give up my body for the Sox. All for an nice lookin hotel. Wasting words on reporters. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MinnesotaSoxFan Posted June 6, 2004 Author Share Posted June 6, 2004 Here you go buddy! Little Willie (Little Willy) North side, South side Little Willie, Willie wears the crown, he's the king around town Running, Slidding Willie drives them silly with his star shoe shimmy stealing down Way past one, and feeling alright 'Cause with little Willie round they can last all night Hey down, stay down, stay down down 'Cause little Willie, Willie will go home But you can't push Willie round Willie won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no Little Willie, Willie will go home Up town, down town Little Willie, Willie drives them wild with his run-around style Inside, outside Willie sends them silly with his star-shine shimmy stealing smile Man done chase Willie down through the hall But laugh, Willie laugh, he don't care at all Hey down, stay down, stay down, down 'Cause little Willie, Willie will go home But you can't push Willie round Willie won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no Little Willie, Willie will go home Little Willie, Willie will Willy will, Willie will Little Willie, Willie will Willie will, Willie will Little Willie, Willie will Willie will, Willie will Little Willie, Willie will Willy will, Willie will 'Cause little Willie, Willie will go home But you can't push Willie round Willie won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no Little Willie, Willie will go home 'Cause little Willie, Willie will go home But you can't push Willie round Willie won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no Little Willie, Willie will go home Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chimpy2121 Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 how about Give it away now for our good friend Billy Koch :fyou Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DBAHO Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 A Fitting Song for Billy Botch, Now I Know By Pennywise Woke up to a perfect day no hope in sight but the futures bright ahead Today things will go my way i got to fight - can rest when i am dead Got no time for your explinations give me the frustrations and strained relations Can't wait for what waits for me got to get out and find whats right for me Not i know - i can hear the voices in my head they're telling me what to do next Can't figure it out - i guess we'll see - i know nothing comes for free No one can say what the future holds and now i know i've lost control Who knows what waits for me - no hope in sight - the futures bright for me Too long i've been denied and hypnotized by the lies they've told me And too long i've been controlled i've got to know what it feels like to be free Of the grasp of their expectations - their tribulations - no reservations Can't wait for what waits for me to get out and find whats right for me. And still you hear them - you lose control You can't escape them listen and you'll know. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Goldmember Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 how about Give it away now for our good friend Billy Koch :fyou Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MinnesotaSoxFan Posted June 7, 2004 Author Share Posted June 7, 2004 Koch Smells Like Roses (Roses-Outkast) Billy you are nine! Billy you are nine! See Billy,only KW would say he's mighty fine But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short Yeah, now dig this, now even though You'd need a golden arm to throw The time it took to look inside and realize That guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! I know you'd like to think your s*** don't stank But lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like WOO WOO Yeah, roses really smell like WOO WOO I know you'd like to thank your s*** don't stank But lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like WOO WOO Yeah, roses really smell like WOO WOO Billy! See he's the reason for the word "b****" I hope he's speeding on the way to the clubhouse Trying to hurry up to get to some Baller or singer or somebody like that And try to shave his goatee in the mirror And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playin!) He needs a golden arm to pitch The time it takes to look inside and realize that Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! I know you'd like to thank your s*** don't stank But lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like WOO WOO Yeah, roses really smell like WOO WOO Well He's got a hotty body, but his pitches is potty When I met him at a party he was hardly acting naughty I said "Shorty,would you call me?" He said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?" I said "you sound like a prostitute pursing" Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt But game been peeped, dropping names he's weak Trickin' off this b**** is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat Now go on the waiver list, his steriod test is flawless Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see ya support runs not support you! I know you'd like to thank your s*** don't stank But lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like WOO WOO Yeah, roses really smell like WOO WOO I know you'd like to thank your s*** don't stank But lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like WOO WOO Yeah, roses really smell like WOO WOO I know you'd like to thank your s*** don't stank But lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like WOO WOO Yeah, roses really smell like WOO WOO I know you'd like to thank your s*** don't stank But lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like WOO WOO Yeah, roses really smell like WOO WOO Better come back down to Mars Boy, quit chasin' cars What happens when the dough get low b****, you ain't that fine No way.. no way.. no way Better come back down to Mars Boy, quit chasin' cars What happens when the dough get low b****, you ain't that fine No way.. no way.. no way Crazy b**** b****, stupid ass b**** Old punk ass b****, old dumbass b**** A b****'s b****, he's a b**** Crazy b**** b****, stupid ass b**** Old punk ass b****, old dumbass b**** A b****'s b****, he's a b**** Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CWSGuy406 Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 Close the Game - (From f*** Her Gently, from Tenacious D) Awesome and funny song, too. This is a song for Billy Koch.... But Shingo, listen closely. You don't always have to blow the game, in fact sometimes that's not right, to do. Sometimes you have to close the game, and f***in get some strikeouts too. Sometimes you got to throw gas, sometimes you got to throw the change, Sometimes, you got to say 'hey: I'm gonna close this game, easily, I'm gonna get three outs, I'm gonna get you out, simply, I'm gonna kick your ass, completely! And then ya say 'Hey here comes the heater!' And then ya say 'Wait a minute, Shingo!' I think I'm gonna throw the frisbee, can you catch this ball Miguel, THAT'S f***ING TEAMWORK! What's your favorite pitch? That's cool with me it's not my favorite but I'll throw it for you, What's your favorite pitch? I'll make sure I throw it and I'll MAKE SURE I HIT MY SPOT! And then I'm gonna strike him out quite frankly. And then I'm gonna get three outs very simply. And then I'm gonna close this game real easily. BUT THEN - We're gonna win this gaaaaaaaa-aame! WIN - THIS - GAME! If you heard the song or know the group, most of their songs are pretty damn funny. Listen to the song and sing the lyrics to yourself, IMO, it's pretty funny. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MinnesotaSoxFan Posted June 7, 2004 Author Share Posted June 7, 2004 WonderOzzie (Wonderboy-Tenacious D) High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds, There sits WonderOzzie, sitting oh so proudly. Not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck. Yeah, yeah. WonderOzzie, what is the secret of your power? WonderOzzie, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man? [spoken] Now it's time for me to tell you about Young KW, archrival and nemesis of WonderOzzie, with powers comparable to WonderOzzie. What powers you ask? I dunno how 'bout the power of flight? That do anything for ya? That's levitation, holmes. How 'bout the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away... with mind bullets! That's telekinesis, Maggs. How 'bout the power to move you? [sung] History of WonderOzzie and Young KW, Riggah-goo-goo, riggah-goo-goo. A secret to be told, a gold chest to be bold, And blasting forth with three-part harmony, yeow! WonderOzzie, what is the secret of your power? WonderOzzie, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man? [spoken] Well, WonderOzzie and Young KW joined forces; they formed a team the likes of which have never been seen, and they called themselves the White Sox. That's right, [sung] Me! And KW! [KW (spoken):] That's me. [sung] We're now the White Sox! Come fly with me, fly! WonderOzzie, what is the secret of your power? WonderOzzie, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man? Oh! [spoken] Take my hand! Young KW, and we'll fly! Bring out your broadsword. There's the hydra. Slice his throat! And grab his scroat. You take the high road, I'll take the low. There, the crevasse, Fill it with your mighty juice. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MinnesotaSoxFan Posted June 9, 2004 Author Share Posted June 9, 2004 This is a real number, I hope you call, and get some tickets. If you don't already know, this is where you get tickets. (866)SOX-GAME I think this is my best work. I hope you all enjoy this! 769-4263(Ozzie) Ozzie, Ozzie, who can I turn to? You give me something I can hold on to. I know you think I'm like the others before Who saw your name and number on the wall. Ozzie, I got your number. I need to make you mine. Ozzie, don't change your number, 7-6-9-4-2-6-3, 7-6-9-4-2-6-3 7-6-9-4-2-6-3, 7-6-9-4-2-6-3 Ozzie, Ozzie, you're the man for me. You don't know me but you make me so happy. I tried to call you before but I lost my nerve. I tried my imagination, but I was disturbed. Ozzie, I got your number, I need to make you mine. Ozzie, don't change your number, 7-6-9-4-2-6-3 (7-6-9-4-2-6-3) 7-6-9-4-2-6-3 (7-6-9-4-2-6-3) I got it, I got it! I got your number on the wall! I got it, I got it! For a good time, for a good time call.... Ozzie, I got your number, I need to make you mine. Ozzie, don't change your number, 7-6-9-4-2-6-3 (7-6-9-4-2-6-3) 7-6-9-4-2-6-3 (7-6-9-4-2-6-3) Ozzie, Ozzie who can I turn to? (7-6-9-4-2-6-3) For the price of a dime I can always turn to you. (7-6-9-4-2-6-3) 7-6-9-4-2-6-3 (7-6-9-4-2-6-3) 7-6-9-4-2-6-3 (7-6-9-4-2-6-3) 4-2-6-3 4-2-6-3 4-2-6-3 4-2-6-3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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MinnesotaSoxFan Posted June 17, 2004 Author Share Posted June 17, 2004 Frank On My Mind (Georgia On My Mind) Frank, Frank, The whole day through Just an old sweet song Keeps Frank on my mind I'm say Frank Frank A song of you Comes as sweet and clear As moonlight through the pines Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you I said Frank, Ooh Frank, no peace I find Just an old sweet song Keeps Frank on my mind Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you Frank, Frank, No peace, no peace I find Just this old, sweet song Keeps Frank on my mind I said just an old sweet song, Keeps Frank on my mind Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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