It’s Friday, the start of a three-day weekend for us Red Sea Pedestrians. But it’s not a fun three-day weekend. Monday is Yom Kippur, which means fasting, introspection, and a whole lotta time in synagogue.
In the meantime, we have a whole weekend ahead of us - plenty of time to listen to this Round-Up of Random Refrains belched out by the iPod d’Elisson.
What’s playing today? Lessee:
In the meantime, we have a whole weekend ahead of us - plenty of time to listen to this Round-Up of Random Refrains belched out by the iPod d’Elisson.
What’s playing today? Lessee:
- Walkin’ One and Only - Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks
- Jump Up - Elvis Costello
- Back in the U.S.S.R. - The Beatles
- Courage, the Cowardly Dog - They Might Be Giants
- Tank Graveyard - Paul Cantelon
From the soundtrack to Everything Is Illuminated. - Exaltation - Matisyahu
- The Devil Went Down to Jamaica - Weird Al Yankovic
The Devil went to Jamaica
He was lookin’ to sell some weed
He was doin’ fine
They were standin’ in line
It was excellent weed indeed
When he came across a young man
Who was likewise peddlin’ pot.
And the devil slid down the beach to the kid
And said, “Boy, lemme tell you what...
I guess you kinda figured I’m a reefer head of course
And after all this time
I guess that I’m
A connoisseur of sorts.
Now your stuff smells OK
But this could tranquilize a horse
I’ll bet a million in cash
Against your stash
’Cause I think mine’s better’n yours.”
The boy said, “My name’s Johnny and you ain’t smoked nothin’ yet
One hit of this grass
Will kick your ass
You got yourself a bet.”
Johnny roll a ball of hash
And make sure it’s the bomb
’Cause the Devil’s got the kind of stuff
They smoked in Vietnam.
You’ll get a million smackeroos
In cash if you can cook,
But if you can’t the Devil’ll get your dope.
The devil packed a bong
With a little Acapulco gold
And resin flew from his fingertips
As he fired up his bowl.
He filled that chamber all the way
And he took a mighty hit
As they passed it back and forth
It gave ’em both a coughin’ fit.
When the bowl was finished Johnny said,
“Hey, man, that stuff was great -
But fill your lungs with some of this
And prepare to vegetate.”
Cannabis sativa, sweet Mary Jane
The devil’s in the back yard fryin’ his brain
Zig Zag filled with a diggity dank
Hold on tight, it’ll hit you like a tank
The devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned
And he asked if he could buy an ounce of the stuff that Johnny owned.
Johnny said, “Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna catch a buzz -
I done told you once, you son of a bitch,
Mine’s the best there ever was.”
Then they fired up doobies one by one,
Ain’t gonna stop ’til the bag’s done.
Green as a bullfrog, sticky as glue
Granted you’ll get high, yes I do - Fixing a Hole - The Beatles
- Heavenly Bank Account - A Tribute Band for FZ
- Act 3: The Maos Dance - John Adams, Nixon in China
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