Sunday, October 27, 2013

It being Sunday, here's an extra Xenobabes with some bare naked ladies

 
I REALLY love their song "One Week"!
 
And because NO ONE can understand as fast as this goes, here's the lyrics...
 

Barenaked Ladies One Week Lyrics

Songwriters: ROBERTSON, ED
 
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me saying
Get that together, come back and see me
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the chalet swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like Wasabi when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Becasue I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfort's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me
But I bust through.
Gonna make a break and take a fake,
I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake
I like vanilla, cuz it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous,
You'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will
I have the tendancy to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me,
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault, not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me,
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
Have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm gettin frantic
Like Sting, I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa, I make mad films
Okay I don't make films,
But if I did, they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a' better clubs
Gonna find the kind with the tiny nubs,
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Though, you soon will
I have the tendancy to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to the sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you and said
You just did just what I thought you were gonna do!
Three days since the living room,
We realized we were both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause we still got two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry,
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry,
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie.


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