Definitions by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker
I’m so drunk I can’t even see straight
I’m so drunk I can’t even see straight by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 26, 2020
Cross Eyed Mary
Who would be a poor man
A beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand?
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth
If he could take it from the money man?
A beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand?
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth
If he could take it from the money man?
Cross Eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract
But she always plays the game
She dines in hampstead village
On expense accounted gruel
And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school
Hey, laughing in the playground
Gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a letching gray, yeah
Or maybe her attention is drawn by aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play
Hey, cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
She's a rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of highgate
Helps the poor man get along, hey
Laughing in the playground
Gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a letching gray, yeah
Or maybe her attention is drawn by aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract
But she always plays the game
She dines in hampstead village
On expense accounted gruel
And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school
Hey, cross-eyed Mary
Oh Mary, oh, cross-eyed Mary
She signs no contract
But she always plays the game
She dines in hampstead village
On expense accounted gruel
And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school
Hey, laughing in the playground
Gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a letching gray, yeah
Or maybe her attention is drawn by aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play
Hey, cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
She's a rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of highgate
Helps the poor man get along, hey
Laughing in the playground
Gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a letching gray, yeah
Or maybe her attention is drawn by aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract
But she always plays the game
She dines in hampstead village
On expense accounted gruel
And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school
Hey, cross-eyed Mary
Oh Mary, oh, cross-eyed Mary
Cross Eyed Mary by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 23, 2020
Hip Hop
A music genre that has surely lasted the wrath of time. I really wish it would die out already. Hip Hop music should go out of style like Disco. It’s old already.
There needs to be a Hip Hop Demolition night, like there was a Disco demolition night back in 1979; Since it’s 2020.
Hip Hop by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 21, 2020
A Dangerous Meeting
Tonight the circle is meeting again
Who will be the first to fall in trance
In here nobody is sensing the rain
Tonight the spirit will glance
So as they're approaching ghostly hour
Seven people here are joining hands
They think they know the spirit to appear
Contact, the table starts to dance
Time is standing still
It's a dangerous meeting
Who will be the first to fall in trance
In here nobody is sensing the rain
Tonight the spirit will glance
So as they're approaching ghostly hour
Seven people here are joining hands
They think they know the spirit to appear
Contact, the table starts to dance
Time is standing still
It's a dangerous meeting
A Dangerous Meeting
They're gonna get themselves killed
Tonight the circle is broken forever
Seven people dead within a trance
In here nobody is sensing the rain
Tonight seven souls are reaching hell
Time was standing still
The meeting is over
Their journey is on
Oh, they should have known
Not to play with the powers of Hell
Some people have lost their way
Some people have lost their mind
They're gonna get themselves killed
Tonight the circle is broken forever
Seven people dead within a trance
In here nobody is sensing the rain
Tonight seven souls are reaching hell
Time was standing still
The meeting is over
Their journey is on
Oh, they should have known
Not to play with the powers of Hell
Some people have lost their way
Some people have lost their mind
A Dangerous Meeting by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 20, 2020
Imagine a third testicle- How would you cum?
Religious person: imagine a third testament- what would you add?
Me: Imagine a third testicle- How would you cum?
Me: Imagine a third testicle- How would you cum?
Imagine a third testicle- How would you cum? by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 19, 2020
Perfect Game
Somebody's crying now
His head is full of pain
Take him to the building
Where they're playing the perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
He's standing at the window
To watch the falling rain
No matter how he sees it
The view remains the same
Perfect game
Perfect game
They don't know what to call him
He doesn't have a name
But they still know how to force him
To keep playing the perfect game
His head is full of pain
Take him to the building
Where they're playing the perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
He's standing at the window
To watch the falling rain
No matter how he sees it
The view remains the same
Perfect game
Perfect game
They don't know what to call him
He doesn't have a name
But they still know how to force him
To keep playing the perfect game
A set of perfect criminals
Is hard to criticize
When your watching the perfect crime
Through a pair of perfect eyes
Perfect eyes
Perfect eyes
When everybody else is simply wondering why we came
Maybe it's because we're all playing the perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
They don't know what to call us
Because we don't have a name
But they still know how to force us
To keep playing the perfect game
So if you want to find out why you call someone insane
Just sit inside the building where they're playing the perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
They don't know what to call you
Because you don't have a name
But they still know how to force you
To keep playing the perfect game
Is hard to criticize
When your watching the perfect crime
Through a pair of perfect eyes
Perfect eyes
Perfect eyes
When everybody else is simply wondering why we came
Maybe it's because we're all playing the perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
They don't know what to call us
Because we don't have a name
But they still know how to force us
To keep playing the perfect game
So if you want to find out why you call someone insane
Just sit inside the building where they're playing the perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
Perfect game
They don't know what to call you
Because you don't have a name
But they still know how to force you
To keep playing the perfect game
Perfect Game by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 18, 2020
I hate it when people take advantage of my kindness
I hate it when people take advantage of my kindness by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 18, 2020