If someone was to write a song about you, how would a line or two of it go?

'Od kad ce doci dan
Da sletim u Japan
Da vidim suncan dom'

Her life is so boring, so boring...as boring as this song! It would be performed by Milli-Vanilli or Vanilla Ice!

Doo lang doo lang doo lang
Doo lang doo lang doo lang

Grmbrand was a coding man, a coding man, a coding man
Grmbrand was a coding man, he wrote perl all day long.

And when his parser barfed the code, when it barfed the code, barfed the code
When his parser barfed the code, he puased to write this song.

Wow... your song even rhymes

Hmmmm.....what rhymes with Jemmy?

Oh she doesn't like those southern twats
With their plummy voices and their daft top hats
But alas, next year there'll be lots of the bums
Talking all posh and twiddling their thumbs.....

Excuse me, it's after midnight. I'm not quite right in the head.....

Either: Julie is such a good person oh yes she really is
or Julie is such a dog oh such a f****** dog

Doo Zang doo Zang doo Zang
Doo Zang doo Zang doo Zang

Oh Mandy...you came and you gave without....
oh wait..uh..
*shrugs*

Do Zang Do Zang Do Zang!

Yeah! That's the next line!

You must have an interesting accent if you can rhyme twats with hats!

Leave it to you to take this conversation into the gutter!

This is a Manilow-free zone!

People don't write songs about me.I'm the one writing songs about people.Right now anyway my mind is blank.

They rhyme perfectly well to me - well the "ats" at the end do, that's a good enough rhyme!

You came and saw and watered flowers
Smooth, cool with mystic powers

Gosh, what does Zang mean? How can you not rhyme hats with twats? I tried just now in my fake Ameri/Canadian twang and still couldn't not make it rhyme. I need to speak to a Canadian and I need to do it NOW!

Well, I don't think that Billy Collins has anything to worry about.

You can write one about me when your mind clears. You can do it in Italian first if you want.

In American/Canadian English, "twats" is pronounced more like "twotts."

Maybe he means because "wats" and "ats" are not exactly the same, I'm not sure

I think you're right. I need to speak to someone. I bumped into 3 Americans last Saturday and spent the whole evening getting drunk with them. They never used that word though

It seems like a very English word. Upper class twits are often twats...

*bows*
You're welcome, doll!

*sings*
il mio sol pensiero, Dino, sei tu!
io son triste e solo
Monti e mare tu non varchi per tornar
Mia piccina
Fosti tutta la mia vita
Sei fuggita!
E non torni piu
..............................
My only thought, Dino, is of you!
I am sad and lonely
You do not cross mountains and sea to come back to me
My little one
you were my whole life
But you ran away
never to return!

ok this is totally plagiarized from two different Italian songs but...hehehehe
I wanted to appear clever

Actually... someone did write a song about me :). A couple lines are

"You can tell me how you broke down a door just to save a man's life."

It was more of a ballad about my adventures in Vegas over the past few years. As far as breaking down a door just to save a man's life... yeah, I ended up meeting Richard Simmons and getting his official seal of approval over that.

No,I can write better songs in English.All the songs I write are in English BTW.It's easier.

Do you know Italian?

A little...I cheated!

It worked. I was impressed.

o susie Q

I'll make a shoehorn outta your shin
I'll make a lampshade of durable skin
And oh, don't you know that I'm
always feelin' able
When I'm sittin' home and I'm carvin'
out your naval
I'm just sittin' here carvin' out
your navel
When will I realize that this skin
I'm in
Hey, it isn't mine
And when will the kill be too much
meat for me to hide on
Hey, I could really use a couple
of hands
To complete one hell of a plant stand
Oh, don't you know that I'm caught
here in the middle
Making rib cages into coffee tables
I'm just makin' em into coffee tables
And when will I realize that this skin
I'm in
Hey, it isn't mine
And when will the thrill be too much
meat for me to find anymore
Oh, because
you know I can't hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm in,
oh yeah
And though you know I can't hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm in


Oh, wait a minute... Blind Melon wrote that about Ed Gein, not me. Sorry. But aren't they cool lyrics?

She was number one
she was having fun
she was totally over the moon
she was having dreams
about wonderful things
and someone woke her up too soon

She was raised by her mom and pop,
Her mother was a teacher, her father, a cop.
She loved to dance around and sing
But groovin' in public was not her thing.

They already did...it's called, "Jaime's Cryin'" by Van Halen.

she sucked a lotta dicks
drank a lotta wine
damn that dog sure is fine