Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Association vs. The Bloodhound Gang



Along Comes Mary
The Association
Every time I think that
I’m the only one who’s lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks
And be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales
From the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire
In the eyes of chicks whose sickness is
The games they play
And when the masquerade is played
And neighbor folks make jokes
At who is most to blame today

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free
And let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much
When told that such a tender touch of hers
Will make them not the same
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning’s passed
The gassed and flaccid kid
Are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung
And hung upon the scars

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains
The dead remains of all the pains
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes
Reflect the lies
And make them realize
The urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch




Along Comes Mary
The Bloodhound Gang
Every time I think that
I’m the only one who’s lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me

And then along comes Mary
Mary
Mary
And along comes Mary
Mary
Mary
And does she want to give me kicks
And be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Memories
Memories
Or maybe rather gather tales
From all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
Ever sees
Ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire
In the eyes of chicks whose sickness is
The games they play
And when the masquerade is played
The neighbor folks make jokes
At who is most to blame today

And then along comes Mary
Mary
Mary
And along comes Mary
Mary
Mary
And does she want to set them free
And let them see reality
From where she got her name
Got her name
Got her name
And will they struggle much
When told that such a tender touch of hers
Will make them not the same
Not the same
Not the same
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning’s passed
The gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs have all been sung
And hung upon the scars

And then along comes Mary
Mary
Mary
Then along comes Mary
Mary
Mary
And does she want to see the stains
The dead remains of all the pain
She left the night before
The night before
The night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies
And make them realize
Their urgent cry for sight no more
Sight no more
Sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup
Tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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14 comments:

  1. No comparison ... go with the original.

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  2. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Frank!!! Yeah, it's hard to go against a classic, but The Bloodhound Gang did a really good job with their version.

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  3. The Bloodhound Gang - just awful. Ack, my ears hurt!

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  4. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Grace!!! I was wondering if you were still around. However, I must still call you a FUDDY DUDDY! (LOL?)

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  5. Love the original and I remember this song! sandie

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  6. oh yeah, gotta go with the original.

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  7. Them don't look like any bloodhounds to me! :(




    oh and thanks for the links,

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  8. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Sandie!!! It is indeed a good song to remember.

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  9. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Geezer!!! Yeah, it is hard to beat, and I really enjoyed The Smothers Brothers Show, too.

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  10. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Ann!!! This vote is getting really lop-sided.

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  11. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Jel!!! Nope, I can't recall ever seeing any bloodhounds that looked like that, neither. Oh yeah, and you are most welcome.

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  12. A fuddy duddy? Just because I happen to know the difference between music and noise? Hrumpf!

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  13. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Grace!!! Yeah, yeah, yeah. (PUN INTENDED!)

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