Showing posts with label Dire Straits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dire Straits. Show all posts

Thursday, July 18, 2013

ATF: Financial Planning

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make.  I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Money For Nothing
Dire Straits
I want my

I want my

I want my
M
T
V

Now look at them yo-yos
That’s the way you do it
You play the guitar
On the MTV
That ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’
And chicks for free
Now that ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya
Them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister
On your little finger
Maybe get a blister
On your thumb

We gotta install
Microwave ovens
Custom kitchen
Deliveries
We gotta move these
Refrigerators
We gotta move these
Color TVs

We gotta install
Microwave ovens
Custom kitchen
Deliveries
We gotta move these
Refrigerators
We gotta move these
Color TVs

Look at that
Look at that

I shoulda learned
To play the guitar
I shoulda learned
To play them drums
Look at that mama
She got it
Stickin’ in the camera
Man
We could have some fun
And he’s up there
What’s that
Hawaiian noises
Bangin’ on the bongos
Like a chimpanzee
Oh that ain’t workin’
Thats the way you do it
Get your money for nothin’
Get your chicks for free

We gotta install
Microwave ovens
Custom kitchen
Deliveries
We gotta move these
Refrigerators
We gotta move these
Color TVs

Listen hear
Now
That ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
You play the guitar
On the MTV
That ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothin’
And your chicks for free
Money for nothin’
And chicks for free
Get your money for nothin’
And chicks for free
Look at that
Look at that
Get your money for nothin’
I want my
I want my
And chicks for free
I want my MTV
Get your money for nothin’
I want my
I want my
And chicks for free
I want my MTV



Take the Money and Run
Steve Miller (Band)
This here's a story about
Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with
Nothin' better to do
Than sit around the house
Get high
And watch the tube
And here is what happened
When they decided to cut loose
They headed down to
Ooh
Old El Paso
That's where they ran into a
Great big hassle
Billy Joe shot a man
While robbin’ his castle
Bobbie Sue
Took the money and run

Go on
Take the money and run
Go on
Take the money and run
Go on
Take the money and run
Go on
Take the money and run

Billy Mack
Is a detective down in Texas
You know he knows just exactly
What the fact is
He ain't gonna let
Those two escape justice
He makes his livin' off of
The people's taxes
Bobbie Sue
Whoa whoa
She slipped away
Billy Joe caught up to her
The very next day
They got the money
Hey
You know they got away
They headed down south
And they're still runnin’ today
Singin'

Go on
Take the money and run
Go on
Take the money and run
Go on
Take the money and run
Oooh Lord
Go on
Take the money and run

Yeah yeah yeah
Go on
Take the money and run
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Go on
Take the money and run
Oooh Lord
Go on
Take the money and run
Yeah
Yeah
Go on
Take the money and run

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Thursday, May 13, 2010

Dire Straits vs. Weird Al Yankovic



Money For Nothing
Dire Straits
I want my MTV

Now look at them yo-yo’s
That’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’
And your chicks for free
Now that ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya
Them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV’s

The little faggot
With the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy
That’s his own hair
That little faggot
Got his own jet airplane
That little faggot
He’s a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV’s

Mullah mullah

Huh

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV’s

I shoulda learned
To play the guitar
I shoulda learned
To play them drums
Look at that mama
She got it stickin’ in the camera
Man
We could have some fun
And he’s up there
What’s that
Hawaiian noises
Bangin’ on the bongos
Like a chimpanzee
Oh that ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothin’
Get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV’s

Listen here
Now that ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’
That’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’
And your chicks for free
Money for nothin’
And your chicks for free
Get your money for nothin’
And your chicks for free

Lookit that
Lookit that

Get your money for nothin’
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
And your chicks for free
Get your money for nothin’
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
And your chicks for free





Money For Nothing/Beverly Hillbillies
Weird Al Yankovic
Beverly
Beverly Hillbillies

Huh

Now lookee here people
Listen to my story
A little story ‘bout a man named Jed
You know something
That poor mountaineer
They say he barely kept his family fed

Now let me tell you
One day he was shootin’
Old Jed was shootin’
At some food
When all of a sudden
Right up from the ground there
Well there came a bubblin’ crude

Oil that is
Well maybe you call it
Black gold or Texas tea
He gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale
And be a Beverly hillbilly

Before you know it
All the kinfolk are a-sayin’
Yeah buddy
Move away from there
That little Clampet
Got his own cement pond
That little Clampet
He’s a millionaire

Now everyone said Californee
Is the place you oughta be
We got to load up this here truck now
We got to move to Beverly
Hills that is

Swimmin’ pools

Move-a-move-a-movie stars

Huh

Look-it that
Look-it that

Beverly
Beverly
Beverly hillbillies

Y’all come back now
Y’hear

Beverly
Beverly
Beverly hillbillies

Beverly
Beverly
Beverly hillbillies


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