Patron: "How much for a lap dance?"
Stripper: "$20.00 for one song."
Patron: "Will they play Ina Gadda da Vida?"
Stripper: "$20.00 for one song."
Patron: "Will they play Ina Gadda da Vida?"
by Nadmenny September 11, 2006
Get the Ina Gadda da Vidamug. It is a filipino word that means love; it can also known as I love you; you can express it to the person you love.
by Logismós April 4, 2019
Get the Tang ina mo kamug. by Bud E Love May 7, 2003
Get the pig ina pokemug. something those annoying little asian bitches always say and then giggle a lot after words. its very annoying.
"putang ina mo!!!!!"
*giggles* ohhhh a-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!!!!!!!!!!
*giggles* ohhhh a-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!!!!!!!!!!
by fraulein julieTTTe 999 November 26, 2004
Get the putang ina momug. In A Gadda Da Vida (drunk for "In the Garden of Eden") is an early heavy metal tune that became a classic solely through its sheer, mind-numbing length and incomprehensability. At the time, this was confused for mysticism.
The lyrics are but a few mere lines of sticky sweet romanticism, totally at odds with constipated metal vocals -- the latter of which were appropriate for the time and genre, the former of which would not be appropriate under any circumstances.
A baseline and accompanying rhythm guitar that was probably funky to white boys back in those days starts the tune. For added zip the organist helps the drummer out jazzcat style.
After singing the first repetition of the lyrics, which, it must be noted, are themselves repetitive, the lead singer improvises a little with a flourished "Please take my hand!" followed by a feeling-the-moment exclamation of "guitar!"
This is of course followed by an organ solo.
What evolves from there can only be described these days as a bad horror movie incidental score, punctuated by a one man drum circle and an interperative two-finger organ recital of "We Three Kings of Orient Are."
The song wraps up with a nearly identical iteration of the lyrics. This is an important feature of the song, because, although numerous parodies have spawned over the days, perhaps the funniest thing you can do with it is carefully dub a second copy seamlessly onto the end of the first, and then a third, and so on to the length of the longest recording media you can possibly find.
The end product has the effect of driving aged stoners (the only kind you can persuade to listen to it) stark raving mad. They cannot figure out whether the song is just dragging on like they remembered it from years ago, or whether they are just really, really baked. After about a half hour (which is well under twice the length of the original song) tension levels in the room will start to rise, and you can have fun placing bets on which of them will decide they have had enough first.
The lyrics are but a few mere lines of sticky sweet romanticism, totally at odds with constipated metal vocals -- the latter of which were appropriate for the time and genre, the former of which would not be appropriate under any circumstances.
A baseline and accompanying rhythm guitar that was probably funky to white boys back in those days starts the tune. For added zip the organist helps the drummer out jazzcat style.
After singing the first repetition of the lyrics, which, it must be noted, are themselves repetitive, the lead singer improvises a little with a flourished "Please take my hand!" followed by a feeling-the-moment exclamation of "guitar!"
This is of course followed by an organ solo.
What evolves from there can only be described these days as a bad horror movie incidental score, punctuated by a one man drum circle and an interperative two-finger organ recital of "We Three Kings of Orient Are."
The song wraps up with a nearly identical iteration of the lyrics. This is an important feature of the song, because, although numerous parodies have spawned over the days, perhaps the funniest thing you can do with it is carefully dub a second copy seamlessly onto the end of the first, and then a third, and so on to the length of the longest recording media you can possibly find.
The end product has the effect of driving aged stoners (the only kind you can persuade to listen to it) stark raving mad. They cannot figure out whether the song is just dragging on like they remembered it from years ago, or whether they are just really, really baked. After about a half hour (which is well under twice the length of the original song) tension levels in the room will start to rise, and you can have fun placing bets on which of them will decide they have had enough first.
by skids October 26, 2005
Get the Ina Gadda da Vidamug. by Choray October 3, 2007
Get the Two Dimes ina Bootmug. by Penisboy6969 June 23, 2021
Get the Nut ina homie daymug.