67 definitions by Ricky Roma
by Ricky Roma September 30, 2003
by Ricky Roma November 29, 2003
who would have thought this was written over 20 years ago?
Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer
?(click!)?
Hi, I'm your video DJ. I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes. I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go. (Yes, I know. No one wears a satin jacket anyone unless it's a wordthrowback/word - RR)
My job is to help destroy what's left of your imagination, by feeding you endless doses of sugar-coated mindless garbage.
So don't create, be sedate. Be a vegetable at home and thwack on that dial. If we have our way even you will believe this is the future of rock and roll
(background: MTV GET OFF THE AIR)
How far will you go?
how low will you stoop?
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated poop?
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation; making sure nothing's left to the imagination.
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air
See the latest rejects from the muppet show wag their tits and their dicks as they lip-synch on screen.
There's something I don't like about a band who always smiles.
Another tax write-off for some schmuck who doesn't care.
M.T.V. Get off the air!
And so it was, our beloved corporate gods claimed they created rock video.
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25.
"It's the new frontier," they say.
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve to call yourself a pioneer when you're too god-damn conservative to take real chances.
Tin-eared graph-paper brained accountants instead of music fans call all the shots at giant record companies now.
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!? (Yes, hell yes - RR)
Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer
?(click!)?
Hi, I'm your video DJ. I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes. I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go. (Yes, I know. No one wears a satin jacket anyone unless it's a wordthrowback/word - RR)
My job is to help destroy what's left of your imagination, by feeding you endless doses of sugar-coated mindless garbage.
So don't create, be sedate. Be a vegetable at home and thwack on that dial. If we have our way even you will believe this is the future of rock and roll
(background: MTV GET OFF THE AIR)
How far will you go?
how low will you stoop?
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated poop?
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation; making sure nothing's left to the imagination.
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air
See the latest rejects from the muppet show wag their tits and their dicks as they lip-synch on screen.
There's something I don't like about a band who always smiles.
Another tax write-off for some schmuck who doesn't care.
M.T.V. Get off the air!
And so it was, our beloved corporate gods claimed they created rock video.
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25.
"It's the new frontier," they say.
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve to call yourself a pioneer when you're too god-damn conservative to take real chances.
Tin-eared graph-paper brained accountants instead of music fans call all the shots at giant record companies now.
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!? (Yes, hell yes - RR)
by Ricky Roma January 30, 2004
generic name used as a substitute for a person's surname.
See also chief, ace, champ, boss, dude, pal, slappy, guy, man, homey, junior, my deuce
See also chief, ace, champ, boss, dude, pal, slappy, guy, man, homey, junior, my deuce
I was at work today, and some dickface dropped this line on me:
"What's up, sport? Think you can get me a drink there, chief? What do you say, champ?"
"What's up, sport? Think you can get me a drink there, chief? What do you say, champ?"
by Ricky Roma November 27, 2003
Those hovas were bangin' on my door again today. I told them to raise up and leave me the fuck alone.
by Ricky Roma September 30, 2003
You might be surprised and curious of an offer like this, be rest assured that the modalities and logistics towards the successful transfer of this fund has been worked out - Dr Lawrnce Eboh, 419 MUGU
by Ricky Roma July 20, 2004
My boss dropped 20 reports on my desk right when I was getting ready to clock out for the weekend.
What a cocksucker.
What a cocksucker.
by Ricky Roma December 27, 2003