2382 |
The art school babe quotes William Blake as she rolls a joint, then I think that I'll score. |
The Kinks, |
Art School Babe |
2383 |
The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it on off, flame on like the Human Torch. |
Method Man, |
Biscuits |
2384 |
The head coach don't want no sissies, so he reads to us from something called Ulysses. |
Allan Sherman, Hello Mudduh, |
Hello Fadduh |
2385 |
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive. |
The Kinks, |
Superman |
2386 |
They call me Superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound. |
Eminem, |
Superman |
2387 |
Today I saw a kid torture a cat. Too much leisure, teenage Norman Rockwell paints it black. |
NOFX, |
Bleeding Heart Disease |
2388 |
T'was the darkest depths of Mordor I met a girl so fair. But Golem, the evil one crept up and slipped away with her. |
Led Zeppelin, |
Ramble On |
2389 |
We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day. |
Jethro Tull, |
Thick As A Brick Part One |
2390 |
Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, the law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers. |
Bob Dylan, |
Jokerman |
2391 |
Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine. |
Bob Dylan, |
Bob Dylan's Blues |
2392 |
What would Pop-eye do in a tight spot like this? |
Jimmy Buffett, |
Take It Back |
2393 |
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas, whoever he was. |
Simon And Garfunkel, |
A Simple Desultory Philippic |
2394 |
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks, you've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books. |
Bob Dylan, |
Ballad Of A Thin Man |
2395 |
Wonder Woman draw your blinds. |
Genesis, |
The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway |
2396 |
You read your Emily Dickinson and I my Robert Frost, and we note our place with bookmarkers that measure what we've lost. |
Simon and Garfunkel, |
The Dangling Conversation |
2397 |
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman, I summon fish to the dish. |
Bare Naked Ladies, |
One Week |
2398 |
You're the Picasso of pain. |
Pat Benatar, |
Lipstick Lies |