For Your Listening Pleasure
 

think

If you don't like the song, I reply with the words of our soon-to-be-ex president:

"Who cares what you think?"

:)

downloading it, but I'll listen to it tommorow... too tired now, lol.

one word, eleven letters, meaning overconfident :)

this one's for all you dirty hippies:

fuck

that song is so 60's - remember, when she came out with that song, Nixon got elected . . . . might want to rethink that :1orglaugh

Now I am impressed :thumbsup

Presumptuous has 12 letters :winkwink:

presumption only has 11 . . . but you are quite correct

Cheers titmowse :)

The revolution is near.

and one more:

play

did you say revolution?

then you better run

cheers to you ms lula :glugglug

very nice :thumbsup

fooled me with this one . . . had a couple ideas, I was wrong with both guesses


you really like that DSL don't you :)

logging this shit in the memory banks old man. :321GFY :) :321GFY

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

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Let's see, replace Xerox with the internet and Nixon with Bush, and all the rest to bring it up to date. :1orglaugh

and Spiro Agnew with little dicky cheney :thumbsup

and finally, one more dedicated to all my pissed off sistahs. i give you

Ms. Millie Jackson