Drinking Song- For men
By DailyDominic
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
When she says ‘yes’ she actually means ‘no’
When she says ‘sure’ it means you ‘can’t go’
When she says ‘fine’ buddy it ain’t over
If she asks from where she looks fat… for God’s sake please don’t go and show her!!!
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
She might make a fuss
Might even swear and cuss
But you must always treat her like a lady
She might pick a fight
But remember she’s right
For winning battles? Men are never ready!
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
She’ll dress up to the nines
While you look like porcupines
Yet she still loves and adores you
Through the meal you might gripe
Of the tux that’s too tight
Yet she still will love and adore you
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
‘Things they detest’ is a list from A to Z
So they might seem tough to please
But don’t give up hope or for that matter soap
They like their men clean and not stinky
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
They’ll make you your favorite dish
And then ask you for a small wish
What are we their fairy god mother?
Yet we all cow down
To their eyes blue or brown
Saying ‘no’ would bring on “THE TEARS”... Oh Brother!
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
We like em we see em we can’t live without em
They make life so much fun
They are quite a riot; if it’s pretty they’ll buy it.
Be it a executive or a nun.
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
They are liberated
And men are frustrated
As we can’t do much without em
The problem is that
They’re aware of that fact
And they make it tougher to forget em
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
They're two steps ahead
They have headaches in bed
And they can never find their phones.
Why carry bag
That’s branded!! To BRAG
It’s a disguise they’re actually drones.
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
They are here to take over the planet
We should be vigil and guard our selves
But what do you do when they pout at you
We are nothing less than their pets
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
So im dead meat .. why?
Well because I just remembered
My wife is online… Wundaba!
She’s probably readin n renders me dismembered!
Oh Women!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
So sing this song when you cannot fathom
The species known as woman kind
Sing it loud and make mankind proud
And Remember......... OOOOOHHH Women!!!
Can’t do nuthin without women
You can keep singin or whistlin or for that matter drinkin
But you can’t do nuthin without women
(Rules: every time you sing the choruses have a shot!)
(While I have a tune for this song in my head please feel free to suggest a tune… make your own tune and embed the lyrics)
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Dear Madrasan this is ‘Poetic Justice’
It started as a post riddled with humor,
But a few lines in it reared its ugly face.
It wanted to showcase a Delhites demeanor,
Instead it projected a Madrasan as a lost case.
The article portrayed absolutely nothing,
profane, divisive and completely out of context.
You sound like a woman scorned, on a war footing.
Did a Punjabi boy dump you before, during or after sex?
All said and done,
You had your fun,
Now get over it Madam Madrasan.
Feelings were hurt,
Because you were curt,
Between South ‘n’ North there’s no comparison.
It’s a big risk you took by being so frank,
the repercussion could have been severe.
With all that you wrote, how low you sank,
What you have done, you have no Idea.
Many have replied to your disdain,
But honestly you’re beyond repair.
I’m not one of them, I won’t take the pains,
Honestly I don’t really care.
Your one in a million, screaming out loud,
But all I hear is BLAH!
You’re single ion part of a humungous cloud
The Punjabis are the thunder before the shower
I’m a southie too, by the way, and I really think you suck!
I’m not dark or ‘ugly’ even if I was I wouldn’t really give a f**k!!!
But its insecure inconsequential’s like you who irate peace lovers like me.
Don’t slap a lion on the face and expect to get away scot free!
Anyway, I think it’s just a case of schizophrenia
I don’t feel sorry for you.
You need help and need immediate attention
unfortunately nobody can help you.
I hope you’ve left the north since you hate it so much,
Trust me when I say we have only one wish.
That you go away & don’t come back,
so good riddance to bad rubbish.
But a few lines in it reared its ugly face.
It wanted to showcase a Delhites demeanor,
Instead it projected a Madrasan as a lost case.
The article portrayed absolutely nothing,
profane, divisive and completely out of context.
You sound like a woman scorned, on a war footing.
Did a Punjabi boy dump you before, during or after sex?
All said and done,
You had your fun,
Now get over it Madam Madrasan.
Feelings were hurt,
Because you were curt,
Between South ‘n’ North there’s no comparison.
It’s a big risk you took by being so frank,
the repercussion could have been severe.
With all that you wrote, how low you sank,
What you have done, you have no Idea.
Many have replied to your disdain,
But honestly you’re beyond repair.
I’m not one of them, I won’t take the pains,
Honestly I don’t really care.
Your one in a million, screaming out loud,
But all I hear is BLAH!
You’re single ion part of a humungous cloud
The Punjabis are the thunder before the shower
I’m a southie too, by the way, and I really think you suck!
I’m not dark or ‘ugly’ even if I was I wouldn’t really give a f**k!!!
But its insecure inconsequential’s like you who irate peace lovers like me.
Don’t slap a lion on the face and expect to get away scot free!
Anyway, I think it’s just a case of schizophrenia
I don’t feel sorry for you.
You need help and need immediate attention
unfortunately nobody can help you.
I hope you’ve left the north since you hate it so much,
Trust me when I say we have only one wish.
That you go away & don’t come back,
so good riddance to bad rubbish.
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