Topic: Theme song, pick yours.

[ElCheapo]

Mine I think would be

George Thoroughgood = Get a Haircut

I was a rebel from the day I left school,
grew my hair long and broke all the rules
I'd sit and listen to my records all day,
with big ambitions of where I could play

My parents taught me what life was about,
so I grew up the type they warned me about
They said my friends were just an unruly mob,
and I should get a haircut and get a real job

Get a haircut and get a real job,
clean your act up and don't be a slob
Get it together like your big brother bob,
why don't you get a haircut and get a real job

I even tried that 9 to 5 scene,
I told myself that it was all a bad dream
I found a band and some good songs to play,
and now I party all night, I sleep all day

I met this chick she was my No. 1 fan,
she took me home to meet her mommy and dad
They took one look at me and said, "Oh my god",
get a haircut and get a real job

Get a real job, why don't you get a real job
Get a real job, why don't you get a real job

I hit the big time with my rock 'n' roll band,
the future's brighter now than I'd ever planned
I'm ten times richer than my big brother bob,
and he, he's got a haircut he's got a real job

Why don't you get a haircut and get a real job

I even tried that 9 to 5 scene

[burmashave]

Mine would be a toss up between the Speed Racer theme or the Underdog theme song.  I learned a lot from Speed, and Underdog was the original rapper.

Ooops, didn't know I was supposed to post the lyrics:

Speed Racer
Here he comes
Here comes Speed Racer
He's a demon on wheels
He's a demon and he's gonna be chasin' after someone.

He's gainin' on you so you better look alive.
He's busy revvin' up a powerful Mach 5.

And when the odds are against him
And there's dangerous work to do
You bet your life Speed Racer
Will see it through.

Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer, Go!

He's off and flyin' as he guns the car around the track
He's jammin' down the pedal like he's never comin' back
Adventure's waitin' just ahead.

Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer, Go![/size]

Underdog
When criminals in this world appear,
And break the laws that they should fear,
And frighten all who see or hear,
The cry goes up both far and near for
Underdog,
Underdog,
Underdog,
Underdog.

Speed of lightning, roar of thunder,
Fighting all who rob or plunder
Underdog, Underdog.

When in this world the headlines read
Of those who's hearts are filled with greed
And rob and steal from those in need.
To right this wrong with blinding speed goes
Underdog,
Underdog,
Underdog,
Underdog.

Speed of lightning, roar of thunder,
Fighting all who rob or plunder
Underdog, Underdog.

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[mlinder]

In Every Dream Home A Heartache, by Roxy Music

n every dream home a heartache
And every step I take
Takes me further from heaven
Is there a heaven?
I`d like to think so
Standards of living
They're rising daily
But home oh sweet home
It's only a saying
From bell push to faucet
In smart town apartment
The cottage is pretty
The main house a palace
Penthouse perfection
But what goes on
What to do there
Better pray there

Open plan living
Bungalow ranch style
All of its comforts
Seem so essential
I bought you mail order
My plain wrapper baby
Your skin is like vinyl
The perfect companion
You float my new pool
De luxe and delightful
Inflatable doll
My role is to serve you
Disposable darling
Can't throw you away now
Immortal and life size
My breath is inside you
I'll dress you up daily
And keep you till death sighs
Inflatable doll
Lover ungrateful
I blew up your body
But you blew my mind

Oh Those Heartaches
Dreamhome Heartaches

[ElCheapo]

or George Thoroughgood =

Hot Rod Lincoln

My pappy said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin' ...
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'

Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race,
When the Ford and the Mercury were settin' the pace.
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a'drivin' that Model A.

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up;
That Model A body makes it look like a pup.
It's got 12 cylinders and uses them all;
And an overdrive that just won't stall.

It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts,
4:11 gears that really get lost -
Safety tubes and I'm not scared,
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.

We left San Pedro late one night;
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill,
Passin' cars like they were standin' still.

Then, all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,
a Cadillac sedan passed us by.
The remark was made, "That's the car for me."
But, by then, the taillights wuz all you could see.

Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and, man alive,
I shoved it down into overdrive.

Well, I wound it up to 110;
Twisted the speedometer cable right off the end.
Had my foot glued right to the floor;
I said, "That's all there is - there ain't no more."

Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense;
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The lines on the road just looked like dots.

Went around a corner and passed a truck;
I crossed my fingers just for luck -
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post;
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.

Smoke was rollin' outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas.

There were flames comin' from out of the side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by.

All of a sudden a rod started knockin';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin';
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.

Well they arrested me and put me in jail.
I called my pop to make my bail.
He said, "Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin',
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!"

[Terry in Australia]

Time is one thing I don't ever seem to have enough of, and I've loved this song for as long as I can remember:

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that Id like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
Id save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
Ive looked around enough to know
That youre the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
Ive looked around enough to know
That youre the one I want to go
Through time with.

With respect to the late, great Jim Croce.

[burmashave]

Hot Rod Lincoln is a great song, EC, but inasmuch as I like Thoroughgood, I like the old Charlie Ryan version better.

[JP]

Heir of the Dog

by Nazareth

JP


Now your messin' with'a........a sonofa#$%*!

[Uncle Ernie]

For driving I like Thorogoods One Scotch, One Whiskey, One Beer
I love Tom Waits and Amy Corriea.  Theme "tune" might be Wagner's Ride of The Valkyies- preferably on pipe organ


Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind. They had a
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan
they were so happy

One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red then
Frank put on a top forty station
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed north
Never could stand that dog

[Gordon]

Changes from season to season, but right now it's Miles Davis - 'Round About Midnight

[heffay]

MOTLEY CRUE RULES!

When i get high
I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's
A drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart
Always got the cops
Coming after me
Custom built bike doing 103
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

(pre-chorus)
Ooh, are you ready girls?
Ooh, are you ready now?

(chorus)
Ooh, yeh
Kickstart my heart
Give it a start
Ooh, yeh, baby
Ooh, yeh
Kickstart my heart
Hope it never stops
Ooh, yeh, baby

Skydive naked
From an aeroplane
Or a lady with a
Body from outerspace
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

Say i got trouble
Trouble in my eyes
I'm just looking for
Another good time
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart

(pre-chorus)

(chorus)

When we started this band
All we needed, needed was a laugh
Years gone by...i'd say we've kicked some ass
(#$%* you!)
When i'm enraged
Or hittin' the stage
Adrenalin rushing
Through my veins
And i'd say we're still kickin' all that mother #$%*in' ass
(#$%* you!)

Ooo, ahh, kickstart my heart
I hope it never stops
And to think, we did all of this...
To rock

(chorus)

(solo)

(chorus)

Ok boys, let's rock the house

Kickstart my heart

[Hockers Choppers]

JP beat me to heir of the dog. But Iron man, shovel headed kill machine ( I always sing, SOHC kill machine! ) Or anything by Slayer .

[burmashave]

...I love Tom Waits and Amy Corriea....

Cool.  Did you know that's where Burmashave comes from?

...and the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
lie swindled from them on the way to
burma shave

and the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
up against the car door on the shot gun side
and when they pulled her from the wreck you know she
still had on her shades
they say that dreams are growing wild just this side of
burma shave

[Hockers Choppers]

OH, I thought it was some kind of shaving creame for burly mamas?

[TwoTired]

I see even the thread originator couldn't limit selection to just one song.  And, I doubt I can either...
Commander cody also did a pretty good rendition of Hot Rod Lincoln, too.

Dangerous
 
  Pat simmons (Doobie Brothers)

Come on over baby got nothin’ to lose
Well you never get enough o’ those
Highway blues
Just another road to freedom and you know that
It ain’t no crime
Can’t you hear it baby
Like thunder I know
Like the magic and the passion
Of rock and roll
It’s like a harley Honda motorcycle baby raging out of control

Danger up ahead of you
Comin’ up behind you too
Turn it to the left
Turn it to the right
Now you twist the throttle up
With all your might

Dangerous, that’s why you love it

Well you like to drive fast baby
Slide up right beside me watch the
Broken lines fly
’cause there’s no one who can catch us
Just let anybody give it a try
Can’t you hear it baby like thunder I know
Like the magic and the passion of rock ’n’ roll

You’re a rebel and you know it
And you’re not afraid to throw it away

[TwoTired]

Excellent Highway tune

Bad Motor scooter  -  Sammy Hagar

If you get lonely on your daddy’s farm,
Just remember I don’t live too far…
There’s a ****************
You’ll be at my place in less than a day!
So get on your bad motor scooter and ride!
Come over to my place and stay all night.
First thing in the morning we’ll be feeling all right!
All right! All right! All right!
So get on your bad motor scooter and ride!
Ooh, the last time I seen your face,
Swore that no one’d take your place!
Now, since you been gone, I been feelin’ a-bad, yeah!
I come out to your place – I’m afraid of your dad.
So you… get on your bad motor scooter and ride!
Come over to my place and stay all night. Yeah!
First thing in the morning we’ll be feeling all right!
All right! All right! All right! All right!
Get on your bad motor scooter and ride!
Ride! Ride! Ride!
C’mon Baby!
Yeah…
Crank it on up!

Get on your bad motor scooter and ride!
Come over to my place and stay all night, Babe.
First thing in the morning we’ll be feeling all right!
All right! All right! All right! All right!
Get on your bad motor scooter…
Get on your bad motor scooter…
A-get on your bad motor scooter…
And ri-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ide!

[TwoTired]

Then there's ...
Rockin down the Highway -  Tom Johnston  (Doobie Brothers)

Got those highway blues, cant you hear my motor runnin
Flyin down the road with my foot on the floor
All the way in town they can hear me comin
Fords about to drop, she wont do no more
And I smell my motor burnin
Underneath the hood is smoke
Cant stop, and I cant stop
Got to keep on movin or Ill lose my mind

Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway

The highway patrol got his eyes on me
I know what hes thinkin and it aint good
Im movin so fast he can barely see me
Gonna lose that man, I know I should
I gotta kick in my pedal
Make my ford move a little bit faster
Cant stop, and I cant stop
Got to keep on movin or Ill lose my mind

Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway

[Hockers Choppers]

Radar love

[TwoTired]

Then there's ...
Road Angel  -Tom johnston / john hartman
Tiran porter / michael hossack

I was ridin down that highway
Silver harley Honda by my side
When I thought I saw my lady
She was headed for the berkely hill
Pistol on her hip in case she needed a thrill
I dont believe it, dont believe a word
I dont believe it, dont believe a word

I said, come on with me, baby
Dont you want to ride with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin round the corner, drinkin whiskey from a jar
I dont believe it, dont believe a word
I dont believe it, dont believe a word

[Einyodeler]

Here`s another classic:
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but theres no place left to hide
Together Wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I dont know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run.

The Boss

[Klark Kent]

another favorite from that poet of asbury park:
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot, snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, "Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band"

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said, "I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break"
And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playin' backyard bombardier
Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, "Do what you like, but don't do it here"
Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground and asked him which was the way back home
He said, "Take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then, boy, you're on your own"
And now in Zanzibar, a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car, hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said, "Blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon"
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well, I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but Mama, that's where the fun is
I was blinded
-KK

[Hockers Choppers]

I have a Sirius radio and only listen to channel 27 hardattack! I don't know all the lyrics but the intro to Lamb of Gods Omerta hits me pretty hard.
"Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live I will kill you, if I die you are forgiven". Such is the Rule of Honor."
But I'm kind of a mushy guy when it comes to death metal

[aptech77]

Achilles Last Stand....Led Zeppelin

[BobbyR]

Bruce Springsteen

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.

[DarkRider]

One of mine would have to be Im'a Bang by DMX

 let's knock it out....that's all, oh we gon' do it
(another one of these, huh) knock it the #$%* out
(one of those joints)put it down (okay)
But it gotta bang (i see what's goin' on here)
It has to bang! ya know?

Uh, uh, uh, uh

[chorus 2x]
I'ma bang! hit the block pitchin slang
Bang! hit the rock spit the game
Bang! get the glock spit the flame
Do my mother#$%*in thing!

I speak for the meak and the lonely (uhh), weak and the hungry (uhh)
Speak for the part of the street that keep it ugly (aight)
And niggaz couldn't wear my shoes
'cause the places that i walk, most catz couldn't bear my dues (uhh)
Or pay the tolls of the roads i done kept on, crept on (what)
Walk 'til i got tired then curled up and slept on (whoo)
My journey has earned me the right to reach
I burned so i earned the right to teach, what to eat (c'mon)
What niggaz been gettin' fed is pork (uhh)
What you niggaz been gettin' fed, shouldn't be even on your fork
Let's talk (aight), about this, and about that (uh-huh)
Yeah, we like this or we can do it out back (aight)
Keep the bull#$%* for the rodeo
'cause on the real, you cocksuckers don't know me yo
Hit you wit' something for frontin' that'll end your life
Then hit your crib and bend your wife (c'mon)
Grrrrrrrrr

[chorus 2x]

It upsets me to see niggaz that's flossin too much
Wearing #$%* that's costin too much (uhh), how often i touch
I like to break fake niggaz (what), rape snake niggaz (what)
I take weight nigga (what), you fake hate nigga (c'mon)
And niggaz and ain't got the balls to say to my face
What you think behind my back
Suck my dick! how's about that? (aight)
Loose lifts is loose clips and crews hit
I run wit' niggaz from israel to hijack crew ships (uhh)
Watch the news at 6 (whoo), that's how i'm gettin' down
Feds lookin for the dog, oh that nigga outta town
This is a grown-up game, thinkin 'cause you got a blown-up name (what)
You won't get a blown-up frame
I ain't playin wit' you niggaz no more, them are old
I be layin when you hit the door, you hit it cold
Be like "oh no!", see what i'm sayin
I told money to stop playin, now he layin, we prayin (aight)
Grrrrrrrrr

[chorus 2x]

Oh my god! yah niggaz done lost yo mind
Toss the nine (uhh), this nigga done cross the line
Disrespectful #$%* will get you hit, #$%* (what)
#$%* who you wit', you niggaz get what you get (uhh)
Five to the spine, ride now niggaz is dying
Money pulled out he was trying, yet to slow wit the iron (uhh)
Nuttin but gun firing, blap blap blap blap
Cocksucka where it at (what)
Open up your back now i can see through your stomach
Told stupid mutha#$%*a to stop runnin (uhh, or run in (uhh)
To a buck shot, can't duck off shot
It's that click click boom you outta luck shot (whoo)
Now don't fall to pieces on me, because the piece is on me (uh-huh)
He thought the leash was on me, but dog the streets are hungry (uh-huh)
And i'ma feed 'em everytime i sing, do my thing
Dog gon' bang, bang, bang!
Grrrrrrrrr

[chorus 4x]


the other would happen to be...Metallica : Wherever i may roam

 ...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her i do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all i need

...and with dust in throat i crave
Only knowledge will i save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will

But i'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And i'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere i may roam
Where i lay my head is home

...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars i've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

...and my ties are severed clean
The less i have the more i gain
Off the beaten path i reign
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will

But i'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And i'll never mind anywhere
Anywhere i may roam
Where i lay my head is home

But i'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind
And i'll take my find anywhere
Anywhere i may roam
Where i lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still i roam
Wherever i may roam

[BobbyR]

Billy Joel

We met as soul mates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives

We came in spastic
Like tameless horses
We left in plastic
As numbered corpses
And we learned fast
To travel light
Our arms were heavy
But our bellies were tight

We had no home front
We had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy
They gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ
With all of our might

We had no cameras
To shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe
And played our Doors tapes
And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Remember Charlie
Remember Baker
They left their childhood
On every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight

We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island

We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together