| 1089 |
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. |
Jethro Tull, |
Thick As A Brick |
| 1090 |
The smell of animal lust is all over me. |
Prince, |
Girl |
| 1091 |
The words I'm singing now mean nothing more than meow to an animal. |
They Might Be Giants, |
Don't Let's Start |
| 1092 |
There goes a dogfish chased by a catfish. |
B-52s, |
Rock Lobster |
| 1093 |
There's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now, two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow. |
Tom Lehrer, |
Hunting Song |
| 1094 |
They should have seen the bull when he funked the cow. He funked her so hard they saw some smoke. |
Funkadelic, |
Let's Take It To The Stage |
| 1095 |
Threw the canary and you fed it to the neighbors cat, you gave the cocker spaniel a bath in mother's Laundromat. |
Larry Williams; The Beatles, |
Bad Boy |
| 1096 |
Today I saw a car crush my little dog under it's wheel. |
Todd Rundgren, |
Sometimes I Don't Know How To Feel |
| 1097 |
Wailing and flailing and trudging and flogging and punching my doggie and making him howl. |
Ministry, |
My Possession |
| 1098 |
What is a one eyed trouser trout? |
Aerosmith, |
Get A Grip |
| 1099 |
While your children are sleeping, your puppy is crappin'. |
Frank Zappa, |
Flakes |
| 1100 |
Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle. |
Peter Gabriel, |
Game Without Frontiers |
| 1101 |
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. |
The Beatles, |
I Am The Walrus |
| 1102 |
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. |
Cream, |
White Room |
| 1103 |
You can beat on your chest, hell, any monkey can. |
Bruce Springsteen, |
Real Man |
| 1104 |
You can make the sea turn turtle. |
Steps, |
Love U More |
| 1105 |
You know how the rabbit feels going underneath your speeding wheels. |
Rush, |
Between The Wheels |
| 1106 |
You tell me that you've got everything you want, and your bird can sign. But you don't get me. |
The Beatles, |
And Your Bird Can Sing |
| 1107 |
You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat. |
Bob Dylan, |
Like A Rolling Stone |
| 1108 |
You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground. |
Bob Dylan, |
Ballad Of A Thin Man |