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In honor of the tidal wave of new watchers I've gotten *loves on all of you* this is a pic I did a while ago celebrating my discovery of Daft Punk and their music.
I'm not one really largely into techno, but I dig them. I dig them hard.
Get Punk'd:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daft_Punk
I'm not one really largely into techno, but I dig them. I dig them hard.
Get Punk'd:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daft_Punk
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Comics
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 644 x 700px
File Size 63 kB
About a maid I'll sing a song [sing rickety tickety tin]
About a maid I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long,
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in,
them in,
she did every one of them in.
One morning in a fit of peak, [sing rickety tickety tin]
One morning in a fit of peak, she drowned her father in a creek,
The water tasted bad for a week!
And we had to make do with gin,
with gin,
we had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand [sing rickety tickety tin]
Her mother she could never stand and so a cyanide soup she planned,
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin
A grin
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire, [sing rickety tickety tin]
She set her sister's hair on fire, and as the smoke and flame rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
A-playing a violin,
'Olin,
A-playing a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones, [sing rickety tickety tin]
She weighted her brother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones,
All they ever found we some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin
Of skin
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do [sing rickety tickety tin]
One day when she had nothing to do she cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an Irish Stew!
And invited the neighbors in
'Bors in
Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by [sing rickety tickety tin]
And when at last the police came by her little pranks she did not deny,
For to do so she would have had to lie!
And lying she knew was a sin
A sin
Lying she knew was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong [sing rickety tickety tin]
My tragic tale I won't prolong, and if you have not enjoyed my song
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long!
You should never have let me begin
Begin,
You should never have let me begin!
^from memory. *faints*
About a maid I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long,
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in,
them in,
she did every one of them in.
One morning in a fit of peak, [sing rickety tickety tin]
One morning in a fit of peak, she drowned her father in a creek,
The water tasted bad for a week!
And we had to make do with gin,
with gin,
we had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand [sing rickety tickety tin]
Her mother she could never stand and so a cyanide soup she planned,
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin
A grin
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire, [sing rickety tickety tin]
She set her sister's hair on fire, and as the smoke and flame rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
A-playing a violin,
'Olin,
A-playing a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones, [sing rickety tickety tin]
She weighted her brother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones,
All they ever found we some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin
Of skin
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do [sing rickety tickety tin]
One day when she had nothing to do she cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an Irish Stew!
And invited the neighbors in
'Bors in
Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by [sing rickety tickety tin]
And when at last the police came by her little pranks she did not deny,
For to do so she would have had to lie!
And lying she knew was a sin
A sin
Lying she knew was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong [sing rickety tickety tin]
My tragic tale I won't prolong, and if you have not enjoyed my song
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long!
You should never have let me begin
Begin,
You should never have let me begin!
^from memory. *faints*
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