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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Shane on January 01, 2003, 03:58:25 PM
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here are a few i've done over time, if anyone esle has any, put 'em here in this thread.
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"Kill Agains Island"
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful blip
That started from this local host
Aboard this tiny chip
The user was a mighty flying man
His ISP reliable and sure
5 packets were sent out that day
For an internet routing tour
An internet routing tour
The internet started getting rough
The tiny ISP was tossed
If not for the courage of the peerage crew
The packets would be lost
The packets would be lost
The flyer set down on the beach of this
Uncharted desert isle
To kill again
They're dweebies, true
The boom and zoomer
And his life
The buffer staaaaaaaarr
The spit-dweeb and the stang that ran
Here on Kill Again's Isle.
<30 mins or so of humorous flights>
Now this is the tale of our flying man
He'll play for a long, long time
He'll have to shake the best of wings
Turning on a dime
He's first-rate, and slippery, too
Trying his very best
To make his enemies uncomfortable
In their hornet's nest
No vox, no stick,
No 3d art, not a single luxury
Like any unwired residence
It's primitive as can be
So join us each week my friends
And you're sure to die in a while
By the mouse-flying experten
Here on Kill Again's Isle
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Whining here is Painful
(Theme from A*H*G*F)
Through early morning posts I see,
Fantasies of things as they ought to be,
The flames that are withheld for me,
I don't realize and I can't see...
[REFRAIN]:
That whining here is painful.
It should make me feel so shameful.
And I must beat and believe it, if it's cheese.
I try to find a way to prove,
All the BS ways that nikis move,
With that ever-present UFO groove,
But now I know that i'm a doof, and...
[REFRAIN]
The game of smack is hard to play,
I'm gonna lose it anyway.
Back in the forum I'll try to bray,
But this is all I have to post today.
[REFRAIN]
The only way to win is to try and gang,
And use some Luftweenie, sturm un drang,
And no one still gives a a dang,
For that's the only drum to bang.
[REFRAIN]
The facts they know, won't pierce my skull.
It doesn't hurt because it's bull.
But as the circle rotates to full,
The posts grow longer...until a lull, but...
[REFRAIN]
A spitwit once requested me,
to answer questions that are key.
Is it to be or not to be?
And I replied 'I'm glad you asked me!'
[REFRAIN]
'Cause whining here is painful.
It should make me feel so shameful.
And I must beat and believe it, if it's cheese.
...And you can do the same thing if you please.
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"Without Me"
Three ganging lamers go round the ack side,
round the ack side, round the ack side.
Three ganging lamers go round the ack side,
round the ack side, round the ack side.
Ooooohhhhh!
Guess who's smack, smack again
Shaney's smack, grab some friends,
Guess who's smack, guess who's smack,
guess who's smack, guess who's smack,
guess who's smack, guess who's smack,
guess who's smack...
Verse 1:
I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
See Oopsy no more they want Shaney
I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shaney, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard snicker
Some skills that will jump on their head quicker
Then a mock when i get knocked offline
By the Fugger when I'm not cooperating
When I'm knocking the lamers while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop debating
Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Mr. Anonymity
But your weakarse morals are complicating
So the monitors won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on HTC
But it feels so empty without me
So come on drip, mask on my lips
Fug that, smack on your skills and some on your wits
And get ready cuz this chit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my timeouts, "Fug you wimpy!"
Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just squelch me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Channel 1 feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just squelch me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Channel 1 feels so empty without me
Verse 2:
Little gangers, dweebs acting up-ended
Embarrassed, their skills dead-ended
They start feeling all offended,
Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "lamer"
A smacker, smack is scary, could start a devolution,
Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and parse,
In the fact that I got everyone ragging my arse,
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so dam much of my six you horde for me?
Well I'm back, fix your bent antenna
Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter
Into the front of your buffer like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your radio and besting
Testing "Attention Please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my monthly fee, my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?
Chorus 2x
Verse 3:
A HO-git an ack-twit,
I go ratatat with anybody who thinks they've got it
one on one or even two, you can get your bass kicked
Worse than them little tiny wit blastards,
And horde-ee, you can get stomped by a bored me,
You little ganging dweebs can slow me
You don't know me, you're too swarmy
Let go, it's over, nobody learns ACM
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I will be there with a whole list full of new moves
I'll smack or whack you, suspend you with my 'tude
Ever since warpbirdies turned into prudes
But sometimes the text just seems,
Everybody only wants to squelch me
So this must mean I'm too full,
But its just me I'm just truthful
Though I'm not the first king of smackery
I am the worst thing since hackery,
To do smack so noisily
And get myself booted regularly (Hey)
There's a concept that works
20 million other smackers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
Channel 1 will be so empty without me
Chorus 2x
Come die lamers lamers la, la la la la la, la la
Come die lamers lamers la, la la la la la, la la
Chumps!
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Dig if you will the squeakers
Engaged in whineage on the BBS
The foam of their rants cover us
Can you my friend
Can you picture this?
Scream all you want of a dorktard
A bandwidth of waste in bloom
Animal strikes righteous poses
He sneers at the heat
The heat between dorks and tards
How can Skuzzy leave this standing?
Among a board so cold? (so cold)
Maybe we're just too demeaning
Maybe just like Air warrior, too bold?
Maybe they're just like War Birdies
Cheese never gratified (cheese never gratified)
Why do they fling dung at each other?
This is what it sounds like, when dorks whine
Touch if you will on Flight Models
See how the board trembles with snide
Don't make Skuzzy lock you
There's too much fun inside
How could you leave us just hanging
Among a board so cold? (so cold)
Maybe we're just too demeaning
Myabe just like Air warrior, too bold?
Maybe they're just like war birdies
Cheese never gratified (cheese never gratified)
Why do they fling dung at each other?
This is what it sounds like, when dorks whine (when dorks whine, dorks whine)
Dorklings don't whine, don't whine, don't whine.
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Little Niki
I knew a dweeb lame Niki, I guess you could say he was a HO fiend
I met him over mindanao spraying from a loaded magazine
He said, "How'd you like to HO one time?"
And I could not resist when I saw little Niki lined
He couldn't fly his way out of an air castle, straight-line in the sky
He was such a newbie lemming, not a clue he could find to buy
He said, "Turn your plane on the plotted line"
His guns reached out and I knew it was the time
Ohhh, Niki!
At 1k out I started leading, or maybe it was immelmann
I can't tell you what it did for me, but his plane will never touch down to land
His HOness can't kick my behind, oh, he'll moan and start to whine
But he'll sure enough, sure enough, HO again next time
Dweeby Niki, ohhhh!
He ended up in tower, his plane wasn't there
He looked all over, all he found was a note on an empty chair
It said, "Thank you 4 an easy time
Call me up whenever you wanna die"
Yeah, Niki, ohhh!
Oh, come back Niki, come back!
Ho dweeb gonna be wasting your time, time, time....
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Here's a good one.
http://www.ropescourse.org/favorite.htm
Click on the song title..:)
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Niki
Oh Niki, you're so lame
You're so lame with the headon game
Hey niki, hey niki
Oh Niki, you're so lame
You're so lame with the headon game
Hey niki, hey niki
Oh Niki, you're so lame
You're so lame with the headon game
Hey niki, hey niki
Hey niki!
You've been around a while, and you still try head on
You think you've got the game, but i think you've got it wrong
Why can't you learn to fight so you can take me on, niki?
Cuz when you say you can, it always means you gang
You're making me so ill lamer, please lamer, prang
Every fight you still headon like a drone, niki
Oh niki, what a pity
You don't A C M
You make me immelmann
When you try to HO like them
Oh niki, you're so chitty,
Can't you A C M
It's guys like you, niki
Oh wish you flew niki, flew niki
Don't break apart, niki
Hey niki
Now when you take a headon shot, ya never gonna learn
Everytime I merge, I'll lead turn and you burn
Here's something of a clue, so don't say no, niki
So come on and try a move off plane if you can
Anyway you wanna try it you'll die like a man
Please, lamer, please, try to fly with a plan, niki
Oh niki, what a pity
You don't A C M
You make me immelmann
When you try to HO like them
Oh niki, you're so chitty,
Can't you A C M
It's guys like you, niki
Oh wish you flew niki, flew niki
Don't break apart, niki
Oh Niki, you're so lame
You're so lame with the headon game
Hey niki, hey niki
Oh Niki, you're so lame
You're so lame with the headon game
Hey niki, hey niki
Oh Niki, you're so lame
You're so lame with the headon game
Hey niki, hey niki
Oh niki, what a pity
You don't A C M
You make me immelmann
When you try to HO like them
Oh niki, you're so chitty,
Can't you A C M
It's guys like you, niki
Oh wish you flew niki, flew niki
Don't break apart, niki
Oh niki, what a pity
You don't A C M
You make me immelmann
When you try to HO like them
Oh niki, you're so chitty,
Can't you A C M
It's guys like you, niki
Oh wish you flew niki, flew niki
Don't break apart, niki
Oh niki, what a pity
You don't A C M
It's dweebs like you, niki
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“I RITE THE COADS”, a song by HiTech;
With all of the AH related songs that have been written lately, HiTech himself became inspired and decided to take a shot at it. I can’t tell you how I came across this, but clearly it’s HiTech’s work.
“I RITE THE COADS”
by HiTech (Sung to Berry Manelo’s “I RITE THE SONGS”)
I've ben a-live for-ev-er,
and I rote the var-y furst coad.
I put the wuns and the zeros to-geth-er,
I’m coad-munkey, and I rite the coads.
I rite the coads__that make the HO dweebs sting.
I rite the coads__of buffs and Kurt Tank’s wings.
I rite the coads_ that mayk the spit gurls fly.
I rite the coads,__I rite the coads.
“Mye 190’s got a porked front veiw,”
“and your 109’s have got no soul.”
Now, wen I listen two these Luftwhiner cries
I think these complaynts are gitting vary old.
I rite the coads__that make the HO dweebs sting.
I rite the coads__of buffs and Kurt Tank’s wings.
I rite the coads_ that mayk the spit gurls cry.
I rite the coads,__I rite the coads.
Oh, my coads make El-Gays dance__and give slow Stangs no chance,
And I wrote some Yaw 'n' Roll___so you__ can move.
Mustangs fil your hart,__ well, I fixed the El-Gays to rip-em-apart.
Bytes frum me, hits for you, bytes frum you, hits on me,
it's a wirld of fried Sim-Ponies.
I rite the coads__that make the HO dweebs sting.
I rite the coads__of buffs and Kurt Tank’s wings.
I rite the coads_ that mayk the spit gurls fly.
I rite the coads,__I rite the coads.
I’m coad-munkey, and I rite the coads.
eskimo
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Adapted from the Teletubbies Theme Song
Over the hills and far away,
Dweebytubbies come to play.
Time for Dweebytubbies,
Time for Dweebytubbies,
Time for Dweebytubbies
N1ksywiksy. "N1ksywiksy!"
Spitsy. "Spitsy!"
Lala. "Lala!"
HO. "HO!"
Dweebytubbies. "Dweebytubbies!"
Say, Heeeeee-lo! "Eh-HO!"
N1ksywiksy, Spitsy. Lala. HO.
Dweebytubbies. "Dweebytubbies!
Say Heeeeeee ......... "Uh-oh!"
Where have the Dweebytubbies gone?
Where have the Dweebytubbies gone?
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N1ksywiksy, Spitsy. Lala. HO.
LOL - so true!
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y'all should put together 'the AH men's choir' @ the next con
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Now some people have too much time on their hand....Shane can be our next Emmem... how about special requests.. I need a La-7 song..
Shane
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Originally posted by Shane
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just squelch me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Channel 1 feels so empty without me
Nice one Shane :)
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When The Pizza Map Comes Around Again
When the pizza map comes around again
(Hurrah! Hurrah!)
The dweebs will all be happy then
(Hurrah! Hurrah!)
The buffs will hit every empty base
As the fighters chase them all over the place,
And we'll play bop-the-mole when
The pizza map comes around
When the pizza map comes around again
(Hurrah! Hurrah!)
The whining will start a new refrain
(Hurrah! Hurrah!)
As the buffers run up their buffing points
The NIK pilots cry as they smoke some joints
And the board will be spammed by
World War Two Online
When the pizza map comes around again
(Hurrah! Hurrah!)
We'll call collect to Hi Tech then
(Hurrah! Hurrah!)
We will squeak and we'll cry and we'll piss and we'll moan
We will refuse to hang up the phone,
We will drive them crazy
When the pizza map's back again.
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Monkees In The Fight
Monkees in the fight....exchanging glances
Wondering in the fight...what are the chances
They'd be trading lead...Before the fight was THROUGH...
Monkees flying high...Above the furball
Never turn and fight... They only firewall
Always keep an eye...on other monkeys TOO...
MONKEYS in the fight...They only boom and zoom you...
MONKEYS in the fight...They won't even call 6 you....
Monkeys in the fight...Never stay and fight...
Never ever fight each other...Hit you fast and run for cover...
Ever since that night...The monkees' been together...
LOVERS at first sight....they formed a squad forever....
Just not on AH... They moved to Sims Online.
Scooby scooby doo...
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By Toad
My Favorite Things (with apologies to Julie Andrews!)
Hit sprites on noses and bomb drops on Osties
Bright burning HQ's and black smoking CV's
Luftwaffe airplanes without any wings
These are a few of my favorite things
True Friends and Squadmates who cover your six
Millions of ways for an ACM fix
Planes that have a star & bar on the wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Guys in white chutes with lots of hit flashes
Multiple vultches as you make your passes
Ambushes on La's that sucessfully spring
These are a few of my favorite things
When my guns miss
When the Zeke stings
When I'm flying bad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I just feel so glad.
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To the tune of "Knocking on Heaven's Door." (help me with the original artist's name here...)
By Kweassa
Ma take this Nik off'a me
Can't shake him any more.
Four cannon dweebs are following me
I feel like I'm knocking on MA's door
Knock knock knocking on MA's door
Knock knock knocking on MA's door
Ma stop the Spit targetting me
Hizookas right up my back door.
La7s need perks can't you see
The jokes are always about Al Gore.
Knock knock knocking on MA's door
Knock knock knocking on MA's door
Ma kill that Runstang for me
So boring to fight score potatos.
Bah, any Hunstang be match for thee
Guess it's time to check my scores.
Knock knock knocking on MA's door
Knock knock knocking on MA's door
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To the tune of Queen's "We are the Champions."
By Toad
I've paid my fee
Time after time
I die in my plane
But I blame HTC
And SA mistakes
I've made beaucoup
I've had my big fanny
Handed to me
By Aces you see
And we mean to whine on and on and on and on
We are the whiners, my friends
And we'll keep on whining
Till the end
We are the whiners
We are the whiners
We're all just losers
'Cause we are the whiners of the World
I've blame everyone
For my wingless falls
It's the guns or it's the lag
Or it's the FM and bias
I blame you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
People point out the truth to my face
that I'm just a waste of airspace
And I continually lose
And we mean to whine on and on and on and on
We are the whiners, my friends
And we'll keep on whining
Till the end
We are the whiners
We are the whiners
We're all just losers
'Cause we are the whiners of the World
We are the whiners, my friends
And we'll keep on whining
Till the end
We are the whiners
We are the whiners
We define "losers"
'Cause we are the whiners
of the world!
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cool
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muckmaw
An Ode to Aces High. (Or a great way to get banned)
What do you do when your at work, 6 hours to kill, and you've got a song stuck in your head? That's right! Here for your listening pleasure is a complete waste of time!
Sung to the melody of Billy Joel's "We did'nt Start the Fire"
We Didn't Make the Game!
Start Yer Training, Pick a Plane, Wheels up, Down in Flames,
In the Tower, hide n’ cower, Vulchers Overhead,
Grab a Trainer, Don’t Complain, Yeager says “its just a game”
Lift Off, Lawn Dart, Once Again Your dead”
Hi-Tech, Yankee, Natedog, Skuz-zee,
Pyro, Superfly, Wanna Favor? Get ‘em High
Sound Effects, From Mitsu, Lazs has got his FM2,
Killer Sheep, lack of Sleep, Social Life-Good Bye!.
CHORUS
We didn't make the Game.
It was Dale’s prediction,
And it’s our addiction.
We didn't make the game
Well we’ve tried to fight it,
But we need to fly it.
Lonewolfing, Pick a Squad, Freebirds, Its not that hard
USMC, What can you be, Marine Air Wing,
Lucky Strikes, Dickweeds, Blue Knights, FDBees,
Mustangs, Viper Fangs, Hornets have a sting,
Panzer is a Tin Can, Ripsnorts Gotta Plan,
40’s Sneakin under Dar, Dry Tanks don’t fly too far
Rooks are on the ropes again, Knights Bases Down to ten, Squish the Bish, Ronni’s a dish, Got a shot? I can wish!.
CHORUS
We didn't make the Game
It was Dale’s prediction,
And it’s our addiction.
We didn't make the game
Well we’ve tried to fight it,
But we need to fly it.
Luftwobble, Buff-Dweeb, Score-potato, Spittie,
Runstang, LA-Geek, Rudes Gotta Whine a Week,
Fighter Perks, Uber Rides, Check Six, as Planes Collide
Empty Bottles for a week, Just so I can take a leak
Furball, Find Some Fun, Bomb stuff, Kill someone,
Turn and Burn, Boom and Zoom, Get the Kids out the room
F4-U, One Nine-Tee, Messerchmidt, and One-Six-Three,
Grab your stick, Cherry pick, Someone Kill the inbound Goon
CHORUS
We didn't make the Game
It was Dale’s prediction,
And it’s our addiction.
We didn't make the game
Well we’ve tried to fight it, But we Need to fly it
Nasty Warps, Flat Spin, Niki on my tail again,
snapshot, What a crock, Head On, Fighter Jocks,
Breakin’, Grabbin’, Out of E, Now I really Gotta Pee
Outta Bottles, Use a can, Cut myself, Ambu-lance!,
Pork the Bases, Goons to hide, Jaeger Bomber Suicide,
Nazi Jets, Warbird Vets, Shane, Hacks, Place Ur Bets,
Landing Crafts on the Shore, VOX under Martial Law,
Be Nice on the Message Board, I can't take it any more!
CHORUS
We didn't make the Game
It was Dale’s prediction,
And it’s our addiction.
We didn't make the game
Well we’ve tried to fight it,
But we love to fly and die and fly……. (fade out)
**DISCLAIMER: SHANE DOES NOT HACK, BUT I WAS RUNNING OUT OF WORDS AND IT'S ALL I COULD COME UP WITH!!!
J/K Shane
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Maj. J. "Muck" Pizzo
Executive Officer
VMA-223 "Bulldogs"
Marine Air Wing
"Cheerfully ingnoring your flames since 1997"
"Joey, do like movies about...Gladiators?"
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I wrote this last year when I first started flying Aces High. It's a
song that glorifies cherry picking, Running and gang-banging. Shane should love it. It goes to the tune of the Folk Song "The Wabash Cannonball"
"The Irish Cannonball"
Flyin over Furball Island,
On the ND isles map
Im in a brand new T-Bolt
Looking for some Knights to Slap
She's big and tough and ugly,
she's a squeak if you should stall.
She's a boomin, zoomin monster
called the Irish Cannonball
[Chorus]
Oh the .50's they will rumble,
the engine always roars,
As I roll and pull the stick back
and I haul bellybutton through the hoard
Hear the cryin of luftwhiners,
Hear a hundred "check 6" calls
Flyin' through the furball
in the Irish Cannonball
The first spit popped real easy,
And the second one did too
They tried to get behind me,
but I blasted right on through
a niki tried to turn me,
For that trick I would not fall,
no energy can be wasted
in the Irish Cannonball
[Chorus]
Now I've made a couple passes
Ive gotten a few kills
but now my alt is gettin' low,
so I head back to the hills
I'm runnin from a Pony
and thats when I make the call
and the shills waiting in ambush
saved, my Irish cannonballs!
[Chorus]
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The Arena Taunter
WRITTEN Airhead, re-discovered by Silat :}
The Arena Taunter (with apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Under the spreading furball flying
The Arena Taunter dwells;
The Taunter, wants to cause some crying,
The Taunter can't get kills;
So safely he sits in the radio room,
On One he gets his thrills.
His hair is gone, but for, a fringe,
His face is flushed and bloated;
His brow is wet from an alcohol binge,
Even now he's loaded,
As he types his taunts on Channel One,
The enemy is goaded.
Week in, week out, from morn to night,
He jams the air with bellows;
Claims we're all dweebs yet he won't fight,
He's not a friendly fellow,
Annoying as nails on a classroom chalkboard,
I think he's just yellow.
His children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to watch the typing fool
And love to hear him roar,
As all who listen are offended
By taunts from such a boor.
He goes on Sundays to New Users,
And dogs the brand new boys;
He calls them all a bunch of losers,
He likes to hear his voice,
And when he finally strikes a nerve,
It makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like the Angel's song,
Singing in Paradise!
He wants to make them argue long,
By cunning and by lies;
Laughing hard, he quickly wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Taunting---Dogging---acting rude,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning he starts acting crude,
Each evening sees it close;
People insulted, and people offended
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, you silly fool,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
For in this life there is one rule
And this is what I've caught;
They say the larger of ones WOO,
The smaller is his WAA.
Fizzzzzz
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Lew/+Silat
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Shane, I wrote and posted that on FurballCentral.Com or Airwolves Y-Groups, can't remember which, bout two years ago. (My first AW handle was fizz.) How did you find it?
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Originally posted by Airhead
Shane, I wrote and posted that on FurballCentral.Com or Airwolves Y-Groups, can't remember which, bout two years ago. (My first AW handle was fizz.) How did you find it?
silat found it somewhere i guess.... i just fixed the attributed to...
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Great stuff guys!
:D
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by Arlo -
Whine, whine, everywhere a whine
And the whine read,
"I'm so bored, people.
I just think I'll cry.
Nobody'll fly the way I want.
Nobody'll even try."
I said, "You look like a skilled, sharp pilot.
I don't why you got to
whine about every little thing
everyone else gonna do."
Whoa, whine, whine.
Everywhere a whine.
Blockin' out the buffer text.
Blowin' my mind.
Do this. Don't do that.
Can't you read the whiii-iiine?
And the whine said,
"Why do people run?
Why don't they fight?"
So I jumped into the conversation and said,
"Hey! What gives you the right
To tell other players how to play,
or to tell them what they should do?
I ain't scared to tell you to your face,
"Man, you're some kind of whiner!"
Whine, whine.
Everywhere a whine.
Blockin' out the buffer text.
Blowin' my mind.
Do this. Don't do that.
Can't you read the whiii-iiine?
Now, hey you, newbie, can't you read?
I've flown this sim since it was beta, you dweeb.
You can't vulch. Don't you HO me.
You ain't supposed to be here.
The whine said, "You can't get kills unless
you ride a girly ride." Uh.
And the sign said, "Everybody welcome.
Come in. Log on and play."
As long as you don't break our TOS
your money's good here, you can fly all day
So I got me a brand new computer
And I signed up for Aces High.
I said, "Thank you, HT, for makin' this sim.
Keep it up, you're doin' fine."
Whine, whine.
Everywhere a whine.
Blockin' out the buffer text.
Blowin' my mind.
Do this. Don't do that.
Can't you read the whiii-iiine?
__________________
- Ens. Guthrie (Arlo)
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gay
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"Dweeby Got Spit"
I like Spitfires and I cannot lie
You other pilots can't deny
That when you see a Spitfire with an itty-bitty tail
And those big guns in your face
You get lead, wanna run away
But then you think that's gay
There's fire in those wings it's wearing
I'm dead and I can't stop staring
Oh crap, I wanna get out
And all I can do is shout
My squadies tried to warn me
And I though they were corny...
Ooh, you sonsofsqueakes
You say you can kill Spitties
Well, hear me, hear me
'Cause I ain't that average dweeby
I've seen them turnin'
While I was burnin'
So tight, so tight
They win every dogfight
I'm tired of Luftwobbles
Sayin' Doras are the thing
Take the average newbie and ask him that
He gotta have his Spit
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your score dropped from last tour (Hell yeah!)
Get a Spitfire (get a Spit) Get a Spit (Get a Spit!)
and kill those nasty Laggs
Dweeby got Spit
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Originally posted by Airhead
Monkees In The Fight
Monkees in the fight....exchanging glances
Wondering in the fight...what are the chances
They'd be trading lead...Before the fight was THROUGH...
Monkees flying high...Above the furball
Never turn and fight... They only firewall
Always keep an eye...on other monkeys TOO...
MONKEYS in the fight...They only boom and zoom you...
MONKEYS in the fight...They won't even call 6 you....
Monkeys in the fight...Never stay and fight...
Never ever fight each other...Hit you fast and run for cover...
Ever since that night...The monkees' been together...
LOVERS at first sight....they formed a squad forever....
Just not on AH... They moved to Sims Online.
Scooby scooby doo...
I think you missed your true vocation
Ack-Ack
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Originally posted by NUKE
gay
You've could have picked a different thread in which to come out from the closet.
Ack-Ack
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Here's mine...
Aces High Rhapsody
(Sung to the tune of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”)
This isn’t real life,
It’s MA fantasy.
Caught in a furball;
My escape from reality…
Open your eyes
To what virtual skies can be.
I’m just a Spit-Dweeb;
I get no sympathy,
Because it’s “easy come, easy go.”
“Shoot him high, shoot him low.”
Anyway my rounds go,
Doesn’t really matter to me…to me.
HiTech, just fried a Dweeb.
Lined my shot up pulling lag,
Pulled my trigger now he’s fragged.
Goodbye Mister Newbie,
It’s time to diiieeee,
Better leave your plane behind and hit the silk…
Oooo…Ooo, ooooh
I don’t want to die;
Sometimes I wish I’d never logged on at all,
Carry on, carry on. Nothing else does matter.
I’m just a Spit-Dweeb,
No body loves me.
(He’s just a Spit-Dweeb,
With a slow computer.
Spare him his life from the gang-bang pilots’ glee)
I’m just a little silhouette’o of a dweeb
Get away, son, get away!
Keep your hands off Daddy’s keyboard!
Thunderbolts and Lightnings
Very, very frightening, EEH!
Watch me H.O. Watch me H.O.
Watch me H.O. Here I go.
Hispano fire is a devil of a sight
To see. To see. To MeeeeeeEE!
Nothing else can matter,
‘Cept one more kill for me.
Nothing really matters…
Nothing really matters,…to…me.
(Any way my rounds go…)
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Coming soon, Aces High erotic fan fiction!
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Originally posted by udet
"Dweeby Got Spit"
I like Spitfires and I cannot lie
You other pilots can't deny
That when you see a Spitfire with an itty-bitty tail
And those big guns in your face
You get lead, wanna run away
But then you think that's gay
There's fire in those wings it's wearing
I'm dead and I can't stop staring
Oh crap, I wanna get out
And all I can do is shout
My squadies tried to warn me
And I though they were corny...
Ooh, you sonsofsqueakes
You say you can kill Spitties
Well, hear me, hear me
'Cause I ain't that average dweeby
I've seen them turnin'
While I was burnin'
So tight, so tight
They win every dogfight
I'm tired of Luftwobbles
Sayin' Doras are the thing
Take the average newbie and ask him that
He gotta have his Spit
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your score dropped from last tour (Hell yeah!)
Get a Spitfire (get a Spit) Get a Spit (Get a Spit!)
and kill those nasty Laggs
Dweeby got Spit
\
Thats good.
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To Chumbawumba:
I get shot down but I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
(repeat)
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He wins a NiKi fight
He wins a Dora fight
He wins a Laffer fight
He wins a Tiger fight
He sings the songs that remind him of the good flights
He sings the songs that remind him of the furball fights
Oh, HTC, HTC, HTC
I get shot down but I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
{repeat)
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Any of you BWers have the "Drama Queen" song I wrote about Hblair archieved?
-Sik
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Get away, son, get away!
Keep your hands off Daddy’s keyboard!
That's good stuff Sabre! Almost fell out of my chair laughing.
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Hi, Mjolnir! Haven't heard from you in a while. Drop me an e-mail and tell me how life is going.
Sabre
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“The MA Died”
by Sabre (sung to the tune of “American Pie”)
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how this simulation made me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
I could make those hit-sprites dance,
And maybe I’d be happy for a while.
But pizza maps just make me shiver
With every bomb load I deliver.
MA gang-bang vultch-fests!
How can I show I’m the best?
Oh, I still recall the simple fun
When foes would fight instead of run.
But I hung up my Hispano guns
The day the MA died.
Chorus:
My, my, seems the MA has died.
All the dweebs have taken over.
Channel 1’s filled with whines.
The good old sticks have kissed the whole thing goodbye
Saying, “HiTech used to be a good guy.”
“HiTech used to be a good guy.”
Oh, HiTech built the game we loved,
Filled with Mustangs, Spits, and other stuff,
We had faith in his great love…
Of World War Two fought in the air,
When planes had props and pilots dared
To engage the enemy until the death
Oh I know that you once felt the same.
You took the risk and played the game.
We never shot at chutes.
Now the kiddies are running loose.
Yeah, we were the kings of the beta test,
And the newbies never stood a chance.
Now they’re in charge; it’s a different dance,
And now, the MA’s died.
This simulation’s lost its way,
With strato-buffs flying up in space.
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the HTC staff was seen on-line,
And Pyro even took the time
To tell us when the next release would be.
Now the hanger’s filled with hanger queens,
And people here are talking mean.
Just what are we to do
While we wait for Aces High Two, ooh!
As I dodge another poor gun pass,
And hand another wet-nosed dweeb his ass,
Would it be all that much to ask
Could we please change this map?
I saw HiTech; he’s looking blue,
And I asked him for some happy news.
He just frowned and said, “Two weeks.”
I tried the CT, cause I’m bored.
Where I thought the thrill might be reborn.
But the place was filled with fur balls, just the same
(Look, there’s Shane!)
And on the BBS we scream
The dweebs all cry and the old hands dream.
When last had Pyro spoken?
The comm-pipes all are broken.
Now the game that I admired most
Looks more like Quake, and that’s no joke.
Guess I’ll go drive a PT boat.
And watch the MA die.
My, my, seems the MA has died.
All the dweebs have taken over.
Channel 1’s filled with whines.
The good old sticks have kissed the whole thing goodbye
Saying, “HiTech used to be a good guy.”
“HiTech used to be a good guy.”
My, my, seems the MA has died.
All the dweebs have taken over.
Channel 1’s filled with whines.
The good old sticks have kissed the whole thing goodbye
Saying, “HiTech used to be a good guy.”
“HiTech used to be a good guy.”
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The idea got in my head and it just wouldn't leave, so I apologize to Led Zepplin and anyone of Norse descent, but I had to:
The Bishop Song
(to the tune of the Immigrant Song)
Ah, ah,
We come from the land where the newbies go,
Where our only moves are to run and HO.
The generals of channel 2 will drive our fleets to new lands,
To pork the fuel, singing and crying: “Vulch the field, troops are coming!”
On we sweep with tiffs galore, Our only goal will be to win the war.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land where the newbies go,
Where our only moves are to run and HO.
How soft your field ack seems, and your VH is down,
Now if only someone would hit the town. We are the mighty bish horde.
On we sweep with tiffs galore, Our only goal will be to win the war.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
With dar and fuel you still can fight despite of all your losing.
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****e.. I may have to record some of these...
move over weird al
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Toad:
The Toolshed Pests -- Sgt. Rudely Auger
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Pork-ing fuel tanks from the sky,____
That’s the way____ that I now fly.____
Drop my bombs____ and run away,
It’s about____ limiting your play.
Sliver rakes____ up-on my chest,____
I’ve now become____ a Tool-shed Pest.____
One hun-dred times____ I’ll crash to-day,____
But you can-not____ fly all planes this way____.
I used to fight____ just plane vee plane,____
The others said, “got no brain.____”
Now I pork____ by night and day,____
Most-ly die____ from the ack gun-play.____
Sliver rakes____ up-on my chest,____
I’ve now become____ a Tool-shed Pest.____
One hun-dred times____ I’ll crash to-day,____
But you can-not____ fly all planes this way.
Want to fly____ and have some fun,____
Just don’t care if____ the war is won.____
Take silver rakes____ off of my chest,____
Just can’t be____ a Tool-shed Pest.____
Oh great H-T____ you had the best,____
Things to hold____ each pilot’s in-ter-est.____
You are the man____ the one they say ____
Can fix strat____ resupply to-day!____
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inspired by the "beta testing" thread in the AH2 forum....
"AoD" Army of Dolts
"VoD" Venue of Dolts
"AoD in the VoD"
AoD in the VoD
PO'd cuz they can't see
beta test, whine the post
Homey T is the host
CPU AMD FPS ugly tree
FolkeWulf , Pony, 09G
tweak the code, T's the best
give the whinage a little rest
monday come tuesday go
shoot the drone watch it blow
rev the engine look for torque
for strat weenies much to pork
AoD in the VoD
PO'd cuz they can't see
online play it doesn't work
whine about the latest perk
download run framerate freeze
monster 'puter holy jeez
graphic glitches beta test
c'mon *****es let it rest
multi threads skuzzy sticky
max the code still so picky
BBS post your specs
auger down your flaming wrecks
AoD in the VoD
PO'd cuz they can't see
the forrest for the ugly tree
now whine about the ToD
-slim shaney
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A bit dispointed. Nobody rewrote THE ah song: "Tailgunner" by Iron Maiden :D
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A Poem
(by RV6)
To Shoot a chute,
or not to shoot?
A beaten dead-horse,,
the point is moot!
Good sports fly by
and tip a wing..
Others riddle the chute,
bada-boom, BADA-BING!
A binary image explodes on screen..
Chute'ist's get pissed,
and say things obscene.
To all I do say,
Lets' not scream & fight..
Fly thee a few hours,
USING MY GUN-SITE ~
(http://www.vtxpress.com/rv6/AH-Gunsite.jpg)
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Well this just killed about 30 minutes at work....
This is great stuff guys...
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to the tune of "Hang Fire" by the Rolling Stones
"Spitfire"
In the sweet old arena where I come from
Historical setups never work
Yeah gangbangs are fun
See spitfire, see spitfire
You know flying axis is a full time job
I don't need the aggravation
You're a donkey slob
U spitfire, U spitfire
Spitfire, flying so higher
We've got nothing to bomb
We got nowhere to pork
Nothing to sink
We just lost our perks
I'm on the deck
They're always higher
Say what the hell
Say what the hell, spitfire
Spitfire, spitfire, flyin' so higher
Doo doo doo
Take a thousand perks see what you can do
Put it all on a 262
Spitfire, Spitfire, flyin' so higher
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by Arlo
My Peepee
(Sung to the tune of "My Ding-A-Ling" by Chuck Berry)
When shane was
a little bitty boy
his mommy bought him a brand new toy
a joystick to hook to his pc
hoping he would let go of his peepee
little did she realize
that once shane took to the virtual skies
the joystick he held so tightly
had just replaced his widdle peepee
oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepee
now shane's learned a trick or two online
he flies like a bird, he shoots so fine
he racks up kills very quickly
gives him more time to measure his peepee
oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepee
he knows he's great, can kill his foes
he's just not quite sure everyone knows
so he grew another hand to type
non-stop smack and lots of hype
oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepe
if you shoot down shane you'll find
you're a hovulchtardganger in his whine
"Cause nobody can shoot down the great me!
After all, take a look at MY PEEPEE!"
oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepe
But when you try to emulate
his particular style ... better wait
learn just where to draw the line
you can kill without the whine
and if you measure your peepee
someone may sneak up, you see
and shoot you down while you're measuring
then you'll hear shane himself start to sing
Oh YOUR peepee
yeah YOUR peepee
I caught you measuring your own peepee!
oh his peepee
yeah his peepee
every minute or so
measures his peepee
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And who says Americas educational system is in decline:aok
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When the Eskimo ....
(Sung to the tune of "The Mighty Quinn" by Manfred Mann - words and music by Bob Dylan) - and a mighty sucky filk song but I felt obliged to filk Esk a welcome ditty anyhoo.
Everybody's bombing ... boats and fields
Some are vulching bases, others clubbing baby seals
Many players in the air, every girl and boy
But when the Eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy
Come on .. get out
Just kidding .... yeah, hi
We were just waiting for some Eskimo pie
I like play just like the rest, I like my furball sweet
But getting jumped by hordes of red, just ain't my cup of meat
Lotta players drivin' GVs , hidin' low ... what a sin
But when the Eskimo gets here
All the GVs gonna run from him
Come on .. get out
Just kidding .... yeah, hi
We were just waiting for some Eskimo pie
Tell ya what I wanna do, I can't believe it man
I think I'll up a Boston just to see how fast it ran
Nobody can catch me, I'm gettin' kinda close
But then the Eskimo got there
and he turned on the hose.
Come on .. get out
Just kidding .... yeah, hi
We were just waiting for some Eskimo pie
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"Oh Donna"
Oh Arlo
Somebody's better gurl, hump hump hump away
Hold on to a past jibe, gotta hump away
Gotta hump, gotta drag, gotta blow, gotta join the circle
She's the CT's little big gurl, married to the donkey
Funny with the big slob, funny with the right hand
Will hump your ankle thru the ethernet and leave you with a smile on the board
Oh Arlo, what you gonna do
He did it all for you
You could be so sappy
Oh Arlo, she's living in the past
She wants to make it last
Forgive her and she'll hump you
With her receipe for love
Gotta knife fight, gotta throttle to the red
There's a circle in the tower, a gallery of dead
There's a target on her plane, she's on the runway again
If she doesn't run now she might as well be
dead in that plane, had to hump to be free
free from him and the smack to come
Oh Arlo, what you gonna do
He did it all for you
You could be so sappy
Oh Arlo, she's living in the past
She wants to make it last
Forgive her and she'll hump you
With her receipe for love
Setups are tough but it just doesn't matter
Got a weak trade of smack, got a back made of rubber
If she dies again, it'll sure not be the last
She's tearin' up the bbs, cuttin' up with chatter
Broke the tower door down, thinkin' she'll reup soon
The cirlce is wet covered with sweat and lies
Oh Arlo, what you gonna do
He did it all for you
You could be so sappy
Oh Arlo, she's living in the past
She wants to make it last
Forgive her and she'll hump you
With her receipe for love
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I Love M.A.!
(slowly)
Hate playing C.T.
It's Empty and bleak
And all the pilots are alt monkeys
Let's leave the D.A. to the little boys,
That place's a little bit too rugged
For you and me, you bad boy
(up tempo)
Rollin' down the, A-15 Runway
With a big nasty Pony, I'm gonna fly
The fight is brewin', Hot from the North
I'm gonna give it a try.
Roll out to grab alt, Raise up the gear
Here comes a vulcher, baby,
Let's Get out of here.
We're gonna fly it til we just can't fly it no more.
From the South Bay To the North Base
From the West side to the East side
Everybody's very happy
'cause the noobs are dying all the time
Looks like another perfect day-
I love M.A. (we love it)
I love M.A. (we love it)
We LOVE it!
Look at that Niki,
Look at that Spit
He tried to headon me, man
That piece of dog s**t.
Look at that furball,
ain't nothing like it nowhere.
Pizza map? (We love it!)
Gang bangers? (We love it!)
Alt monkeys? (We love it!)
Ack huggers? (We love it, We love it!)
I love M.A.
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With apologies to Nancy Sinatra, I bring you
"These Chutes Are Made For Popping"
You keep braying you got something for me
Something you call honor but confess
You've been a'dyin' where you shouldn't 've been a'flyin'
And now someone else is aiming at your chest
Well, these chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you
You keep tryin' when you oughta be scootin'
You keep bailing and you oughta not fret
You keep flamin' when you oughta be a'changin'
What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you
You keep braying where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what we know you ain't had time to learn
These chutes are made for popping, and that's just what we'll do
One of these days these chutes are gonna bleed all over you
SPOKEN
Are you ready, chutes?
Start poppin'
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With apologies to ABBA (or not) Dancing Queen
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OSTI QUEEN
You can Panzee, you can Osti, having the sortie of your life
See that dot, watch that plane, aim by sharpee on your screen
Friday night, and the fights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they vulch to tight music, scoring in the swing
You come into look from the tower thing
Anybody could be that dweeb
Night is young and the vulchers feeb
With a bit of scotch tape, every shot is fine
You're in the mood for attack
And when you get the flak...
You are the osti queen, strong and l33t, only k/d keen
Osti queen, feel the heat from the tracers seen
You panzee, you can osti, having the sortie of your life
See that dot, watch that plane, aim by sharpee on your screen
You're a geezer, your time is done
Leave before burning, .ef you've won
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for attack
And when you get the flak...
You are the osti queen, strong and l33t, only k/d keen
Osti queen, feel the heat from the tracers seen
You panzee, you can osti, having the sortie of your life
See that dot, watch that plane, aim by sharpee on your screen
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Tool Shed Hero.. an AH tribute by that whiney fight boy band, Furballiner...
Landing in the Main, with his gear hung low
Couldn’t get a kill, it was a mobbed out show
Heard the roar of the generaluz, he could picture the scene
Pulled a jabo from the list, then like a distant scream
He saw one hangar, just blew it away
He saw strats in his eyes, and the very next day
Brought a buff up six k in a borg cube horde
Didn’t know how to fly it, but he knew the score
That one bomber, felt good in his hands
Didn’t take long, to understand
Just one bomber, flying way down low
Was a one way ticket, only one way to go
So he started bombin’
Ain’t never gonna stop
Gotta keep on bombin’
Someday he’s gonna make it to the drop
And be a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
He’s a tool shed hero
He took one bomber, tool shed hero, strats in his eyes
Tool shed hero, he’ll come alive tonight
Over a town without a name, with a heavy vulch horde
Thought he passed his own shadow, by the bomb bay door
Like a trip through the blast, was that day in the Main
And that one buff run made his whole life change
Now he needs to keep bombin’
He just can’t stop
Gotta keep on bombin’
That boy has got to stay on drop
And be a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
He’s a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
Yeah, tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
With that one bomber he’ll come alive
Come alive tonight
Yeah, he’s gotta keep bombin’
He just can’t stop
Gotta keep on bombin'
That boy has got to stay on drop
And be a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
He’s a tool shed hero, got strats in his eyes
Just one buff run, put strats in his eyes
He’s just a tool shed hero, aah aah aah
Tool shed hero, tool shed hero, he’s got strats in his eyes
Strats in his eyes
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If I were a Spitman ....(From Fiddler on the Roof)
"Dear Gods, you made many, many poor LaLa people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be a poor La la dweeb.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small Spitfire?"
If I were a Spit man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a spit man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy spit,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall castle with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of a mountain town.
A fine Runway with Ack going all around.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.
I'd fill my yard with Sheep and sheep and sheep and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
And each loud "Baaaaaa" and "Baaaaaaa" and "Baaaaaa" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a Spit man."
If I were a Spit man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a Spit man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy Spit,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a Spit man's wife
With a proper Silk thong.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the servants, day and night.
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Rosco Roo..."
"Pardon me, Rosco Roo..."
Posing problems that would cross Levi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're A Spitman, they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the MA and play.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the history books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If I were a Spit man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a Spit man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy Spit,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
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Originally posted by Airhead
Shane, I wrote and posted that on FurballCentral.Com or Airwolves Y-Groups, can't remember which, bout two years ago. (My first AW handle was fizz.) How did you find it?
I had it in my folder of funnies from flight sims.
:D
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Originally posted by Silat
I had it in my folder of funnies from flight sims.
:D
and you reply to this almost 2 years later?!? i see a trend here..
:p
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How about some traditional nursery rhymes?
Ring Around the Roses
Ring around the airbase,
a vulchfest is a quick race,
we drop a bomb,
your Hangers gone,
we all rtb.
Running to our ack now,
to land whats in our sack, wow!
you chase me down,
I look a clown,
my rank is getting worse.
So now im in the manned ack,
to try and get my own back,
I spray away,
to ruin your day,
man, i really am l33t with this gun!
Oranges and Lemons
5inch guns and laser puffy ack,
Save my fleet from dive bomb attack.
I owe you 300 perks
Ar234 really never works
My Osti's mean, and my M16
from 3k i'll kill your B17.
you furball types really are so gay
why dont you play this game in my way?
Spawn camping and my shade account
make my perks rise a huge ammount
I can now buy my tiger tank
still got 30 perks sitting in the bank.
whats the point of a fighter plane?
every day they seem to do the same!
One day AH will be just GVs
screw that flying lark, i kill tanks with ease.
but theres only one small hitch,
everybody knows im a little *****.
Baa-Baa Black Sheep
La-La, you're weak
Have you any skills?
No sir, i HO sir, tis how i get my kills.
Headon every plane i see,
I know its rather lame,
but i pay my $14.95, its my whoopee game!
S!
bat
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Originally posted by eskimo2
By Toad
My Favorite Things (with apologies to Julie Andrews!)
Hit sprites on noses and bomb drops on Osties
Bright burning HQ's and black smoking CV's
Luftwaffe airplanes without any wings
These are a few of my favorite things
True Friends and Squadmates who cover your six
Millions of ways for an ACM fix
Planes that have a star & bar on the wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Guys in white chutes with lots of hit flashes
Multiple vultches as you make your passes
Ambushes on La's that sucessfully spring
These are a few of my favorite things
When my guns miss
When the Zeke stings
When I'm flying bad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I just feel so glad.
Now THIS has got to be my favorite of all the songs I've seen in these threads. Good one Eskimo2:aok
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with apologies to lewis carrol...
JabberJockey
'Twas swillig, and the pithy rodes
Did gyro and tumble in the glade
All simsy were the borgohodes
And the mod rants outplayed
"Beware the JabberJock, my son!
The pause that bite, the cause that hatch
Beware the Jugug bird, and run
The fruminous Lavochak!"
He took his verbal sword in hand
Long time the foulmouthed foe he sought--
So rested he by the toolshed grand
and stood awhile in thought.
And, as in oafish thought he stood
The JabberJock, with keys of flame
Came whifflling thru the buggy wood
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And you and you
The popup blade went Fricker-Frack!
He left it read, and with its cred
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberjock?
Come to my arm, my modish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas swillig, and the pithy rodes
Did gyro and tumble in the glade
All simsy were the borgohodes
And the mod rants outplayed
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OH NO!!
SHANE!! LEAVE THE COUNTRY!!
the fun cops are on their way!!! you punted a fun thread!!
NO FUN ALLOWED!
(http://clubs.hemmings.com/clubsites/macspack/nofun.gif)
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uhh, i *added* to it...
nyahhh nyahhh!
:p
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by voldemort
Entitled "Blue and Me" in honor of the glorious Blue Knights and musical blasphemy toward Lifehouse (sorry Lifehouse guys!)
Blue and Me
Who are the guys and where are their lives
Their clocks just can’t be right
How they keep up and never back down
I don’t know but clearly they’re not too bright
Cause there’s morph and furby and
All of the Blue Knights
With nothing to do
And somethin’ to prove
And it’s Lev and Grmrpr
And all other Blue Knights
And of cheating
To you they will accuse
All of the things you just wanna say
Won’t even come close to settin’ em right
And it doesn’t matter if you’ve got it on film
They’ll whine and ***** bout it all night
Cause there’s morph and furby and
All of the Blue Knights
With nothing to do
And somethin’ to prove
And it’s Lev and Grmrpr
And all other Blue Knights
And of cheating
To you they will accuse
Somethin’ about them now I just can’t quite figure out
Everything about them is pitiful, everything they say they think is right…
Cause there’s morph and furby and
All of the Blue Knights
With nothing to do
And somethin’ to prove
And it’s Lev and Grmrpr
And all other Blue Knights
And of cheating
To you they will accuse
(Repeat Once)
Who are the guys and where are their lives
Their clocks just can’t be right
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I'm surprised this wasn't done before. Heh
Shane you are very talented Bro.
Okay with all aside...
My appologies to Steppenwolf "Born to Be Wild'
Scorned and so Mild
Got my head a buzzin
Loggin into MA.
Huntin for Revenge
and make them play my way.
Rope N Dope, try to trap em
your death is just a waste.
ya lost all yer ord at once?
and explode a dweeb inplace...
I like Ho'in it's a Frightening,
Every Rook a Blunder.
Seachin for a win
another Rook turf wonder.
Catch another Buff a nappin...
Take the MA, in all its grace
Hispano's will make him bounce
and find a dirt nap place.
Rooks were made to be so mild
Most are with Bishs' Childs.
They Whine, always cry
They don't want to die.
Scorned and so Mild
Scorned and so Mild
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by doobs:
AH Real American Genuis
Real American genuis, lets see what ya got.............
Heres to you Mr Goon driver
When all your squaddies left in cool fast planes
You took necessary but unwanted job
[singer]
(OHHHH YEAH THE UNWANTED JOB)
While all the cool fast planes are recording kills
You just chugging along
[singer]
(YOU JUST CHUGGIN..... NOTHIN COULD BE FINER)
Because you, know that without you, all the cool planes
in the world don't mean s%it.
So heres to you MR Goon driver crack open that tenth
cold crisp Budwiser as you sit parked with your troops
for over an hour.
[singer]
(FOR OVER AN HOUR...CHA CHA CHA)
Because you Sir know as long as you got a good spot by some
shaddy trees watching your squaddies in there cool planes die
one after another and a couple of cases of Bud. Things will be
allright.
[singer]
(THINGS WILL BE ALLRIGHT)
And without you............. Nobody is taking anything.
[singer]
(MR. ACES HIGH GOON DRIVERRRRR)
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by Nuke
Originally by Stone Temple Pilots/ Interstate Lovesong
Flying in a pussed out 38
I don't have the balls to fly, you cried
Shakin like a leaf at 40k, I tell no one I fly up quite so high
I lie
Flying in a 38 and from outerspace, I dive
All the dweebs think I'm super great
But I'm just a sweetheart who lies
All these things, AKAK said to me
http://www.arizonaprogreen.com/intergalacticdweebsong.mp3
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By Voldemort (Golfer)
Blues Traveler song "Run Around" and entitled it Run Aground
http://www.sharpreseller.com/golfer/runaground.mp3
Run Aground
Once upon a late night mission
I spoke up with something in my head
I couldn’t shake the memory
Of a past run and we all ended up dead
Like a lawn dart without air brakes
I could not believe my eyes
When I heard the voices of none of my friends
They’re all compressed and screaming as they die
Yeah screaming as they compress and die
And I’ll die too and say I don’t mind
Cause what will they say when they find
That I am the only one who didn’t crash
Man I’m telling ya they’d have my ass
But you…why you want to fly in the ground
It’s a sure fire way to end up burning
And all you had to do was slow it down
It really shook me and my confidence
About the way they plan missions
But I’ve been there to see them cower above me
With at least 30,000 ft under their wings
It’s a good day when they heroes fight
But I don’t really expect too much
Cause these armchair generals just can’t fight
And they’re barking out their orders all night
Yeah they’re barking out their orders all night
But I want more than orders I want em to lead
But they’ll go places where no one else can see
And bomb the heck out of a radar shed
And even then they’ll usually end up dead
But you…why you want to fly in the ground
It’s a sure fire way to end up burning
And all you had to do was slow it down
Oh I like props
And I like jets
Haven’t met a plane I didn’t like yet
Except for maybe those freakin’ uberfast lalas
I hate em so much cause you just cant shake em
Well I’ll roll right and then I’ll break
But no matter what I just can’t shake
Those damn red nosed birds of gay
I hope I can live to seem em auger and say
But you…why you want to fly in the ground
It’s a sure fire way to end u burning
And all you had to do was slow it down
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by Golfer (Voldemort)
http://www.furballunderground.com/freehost/files/32/I%20Believe%20LTARs%20mp3.mp3
LTARs.
I Believe (LTAR Remix)
Capo 4
Em D C G
Flying blindly into the night and crashing in the sand
Reading all the insults typed on 200 as fast as they can
"M-16 Dweeb", "Ostwind Dork" and "Rainbow flags in the park"
All this abusiveness and it’s all because they’re short.
‘Cause I believe that LTARs cannot fly
I believe all they can do is drive
Pilots are abundant in game and ruthless when they vulch
But this squadron can turn airplanes into cypress mulch
And then we whine to eliminate their freakin’ still up VH
Perks are our incentive and that makes it okay
‘Cause I believe that LTARs cannot fly
I believe all they can do is drive
‘Cause I believe that LTARs cannot fly
I believe all they can do is drive
I’ve been flying knights now for a little over 6 years
I find I like it so much more when the LTARS are over here
But one day when I was swinging in to drop a few of the fuel
I saw Ostwinds and M-16s lighting up at me
And I believed that I could fly on through that flak
But quite soon ping after ping
Claimed the strength of my left wing
‘Cause I believe that LTARs cannot fly
I believe all they can do is drive
I believe I believe I believe that LTARs cannot fly
I believe all they can do is drive
All they can do is drive
All they can do is drive
Fine Print:
For those unfamiliar, Musical Blasphemy is the destruction of perfectly good songs which have generally made their artists quite successful. Complete and total destruction is achieved by combining mediocre at best guitar and completely pathetic singing and commencing parody on the song. I do not apologize for any bleeding of the ears this might cause, it's your own fault for downloading it!
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Golfer (Voldemort)
http://www.sharpreseller.com/golfer/blueandme.mp3
Entitled "Blue and Me" in honor of the glorious Blue Knights and musical blasphemy toward Lifehouse (sorry Lifehouse guys!)
Blue and Me
Who are the guys and where are their lives
Their clocks just can’t be right
How they keep up and never back down
I don’t know but clearly they’re not too bright
Cause there’s morph and furby and
All of the Blue Knights
With nothing to do
And somethin’ to prove
And it’s Lev and Grmrpr
And all other Blue Knights
And of cheating
To you they will accuse
All of the things you just wanna say
Won’t even come close to settin’ em right
And it doesn’t matter if you’ve got it on film
They’ll whine and ***** bout it all night
Cause there’s morph and furby and
All of the Blue Knights
With nothing to do
And somethin’ to prove
And it’s Lev and Grmrpr
And all other Blue Knights
And of cheating
To you they will accuse
Somethin’ about them now I just can’t quite figure out
Everything about them is pitiful, everything they say they think is right…
Cause there’s morph and furby and
All of the Blue Knights
With nothing to do
And somethin’ to prove
And it’s Lev and Grmrpr
And all other Blue Knights
And of cheating
To you they will accuse
(Repeat Once)
Who are the guys and where are their lives
Their clocks just can’t be right
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by Golfer
A parody of George Strait's "Check Yes or No" dedicated to Guns06 and his uncanny ability to vocalize his displeasure with you and your lack of six calls.
http://www.furballunderground.com/freehost/files/32/Check%20Six%20or%20No%20mp3.mp3
Check Six or No?
It started way back in A-H-One
Was chasing down a lala that started to run
Pink dress, matching shoes and my pony on his tail
When all of a sudden up ahead I’m upset at what I see…
Guns06 in his RAF Tiff-ee
Screaming out orders and calling a guys dweebs
“Hey moron, you suck why don’t you go to the Rooks!”
Dunno bout you…but that’s a sin in my book
Lost your S.A? Don’t see the L-A on your six?
Or maybe you do
You’re a real jerk, don’t like anybody on your team
This I know
So this is what’s troubling me…Check six or no
I continue on in hot on his tail
While you keep on the radio continuing to wail
“Dummy this, idiot that” oh good lord
I’ve had enough…can’t stand it anymore
Now the lala’s about 1-K back
You keep *****in to someone else about the ack
Don’t even see whats about to happen to you…
Deep down I know it’s too good to be true
Lost your S.A? Don’t see the L-A on your six?
Or maybe you do
You’re a real jerk, don’t ***** to me when you get shot down
That’s for sure
So this is what’s troubling me…Check six or no
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Golfer
Here is Fightertownville!
http://www.furballunderground.com/freehost/files/32/fightertownville.mp3
Fightertownville
Log in on Sunday
Couldn’t get some play
So I booted the C-P-U
Set up my joystick
Then took a big lick
Of the giant lollypop I bought at the fair…
Wastin’ the night away again in Fighter Town
Shooting and dodging and jinking and getting shot down
When I go down in flames I know there’s someone to blame
Cause I know it’s never my fault
I’ll get in the text box
Or maybe private vox
And let you know you’re the dweeb I think you are
If you say this
I will say that
And you will be wrong because I am 6GUNS
Wastin’ the night away again in Fighter Town
Flyin high way up there above the real fight
If I dive I know I will die and then
It’ll be somebody’s fault
Wastin’ the night away again in Fighter Town
Shooting and dodging and jinking and getting shot down
When I go down in flames I know there’s someone to blame
But I don't know that it's my own damn fault
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Looks like you forgot this one Shane. Thanks for punting the thread I'll try to add to the list as they come out.
Coding Time (http://www.sharpreseller.com/golfer/codingtime.mp3)
To the tune of Semisonic's "Closing Time"
Coding Time
Coding Time – Time for Hitech to go out and try please everyone in the world
Coding Time – Turning all the lights off and forgoing all his life with girls
Coding Time – Made a call for alcohol so Skuzzy better get his bellybutton here
Coding Time – I hope he didn’t go home because he’s bringing him his beer
You don’t need to spell to make a code
You don’t need to spell to make a code
You don’t need to spell to make a code
You don’t need to spell to make a code
Coding Time – Time for him to backup all the artwork that Superfly has done
Coding Time – The back room won’t be open until Rosie and the pizza get here
What was that racket, Wasn’t near the exit I think Skuzzy tripped the cord again
Coding Time – Aces High took off when Air Warrior met its end
You don’t need to spell to make a code
You don’t need to spell to make a code
You don’t need to spell to make a code
To make a code…
Coding Time – Time for Natedog to show his art making face in here
You don’t need to spell to make a code
You don’t need to spell to make a code
You don’t need to spell to make a code
To make a code…
Coding Time – Aces High took off when Air Warrior met its end
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In the ghetto
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Toledo mornin’
A poor little baby Dweeb is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
’cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another Vulchin Dweeb to feed
In the ghetto
People, don’t you understand
The Dweeb needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young Dweeb some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little Dweeb with a runny nose
Plays in the MA as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the MA at night
And he learns how to kill steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He drives a Tiger, finds a spawn camp,
They pork his turret, and he don’t get far
And his mama cries
As the heavies gathers ’round an angry young Dweeb
AWMac’s down with a dead gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Toledo mornin’,
Another little baby Dweeb is born
In the ghetto
eskimo
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My sincere apologies to The Who for the butcherjob, and teh Skuzz for the punt, and my sincere thanks to Miller and the Jim Beam distilleries.
The Furball Wizard- an ode to Leviathn
Ever since I was a young boy
I've loved a big furball
From RR on to Fightertown
I must have pwnd them all
But I ain't seen nothing like him
in any sims at all
That short, nerdy, mute kid
Sure pwns a mean furball
He sits like a statue
Doesn't talk on any vox
can barely reach the keys
sitting on a box
He plays by intuition
The enemy icons fall
That short, nerdy, mute kid
Sure pwns a mean furball
He's a furball wizard
There's got to be a hack
A furball wizard
And so's that guy called nath
How do you think he does it?
(He even HOs)
even AIs not that good
His squad is a distraction
Screaming drunk and no 6 calls
Don't see how he does it
his hands are really small
Always steals my kills
Never dies at all
That short, nerdy, mute kid
Sure pwns a mean furball
I thought I was
the no skill HOtard king
but I just lost 5 more HOs
all of them to him.
Even in my usual ride
He can beat my best
His fanbois lead him in
And he just does the rest
He's got tiny carnie fingers
Never seen him stall
That short, nerdy, mute kid
Sure pwns a mean furball
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:rofl
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:rofl :rofl
Originally posted by -dead-
Adapted from the Teletubbies Theme Song
Over the hills and far away,
Dweebytubbies come to play.
Time for Dweebytubbies,
Time for Dweebytubbies,
Time for Dweebytubbies
N1ksywiksy. "N1ksywiksy!"
Spitsy. "Spitsy!"
Lala. "Lala!"
HO. "HO!"
Dweebytubbies. "Dweebytubbies!"
Say, Heeeeee-lo! "Eh-HO!"
N1ksywiksy, Spitsy. Lala. HO.
Dweebytubbies. "Dweebytubbies!
Say Heeeeeee ......... "Uh-oh!"
Where have the Dweebytubbies gone?
Where have the Dweebytubbies gone?
OMG that's funny right there! :rofl
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By BnZ
Man of Constant Sorrow - Soggy Bottom Boys
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With appologies to...well, EVERYONE, and Bluegrass fans in particular.
Man of Constant Dweebery
I am the man of constant dweebery
I get pwned all the day, fluffluff'ng lame!
I bid farewell to "Mindless FSP3"(tm)
To play this stupid airplane game!
For six long tours I've been augerin',
No kills at TankTown have I bagged.
I sqeak and whine so much on range,
All the Bishops want me fragged.
Farewell oh el cheapo flight stick,
I done been shot down again.
I busted up my X52 with a brick,
Killed by ack from the %@#$%! train!
Y'all can shove this game y'all know where,
No more fifteen bucks shall I owe.
Skuzzy wiped a mournful tear,
Said "Don't let the door hit ya when ya go!"
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Blame it on a) it's friday and b) rebecca black... plus a whole new generation of newbies who might not have seen this thread.
By Shane to Rebecca Black's "Friday"
Oo-HOo-HOo, HOo wah, wah
Wah, Wah
Wah-ah-ah
Wah-ah-ah
Wah-ah-ah
Wah-ah-ah
Wah, Wah, Wah
[Verse 1]
7am, taking off in the morning
Gotta be first, gotta go up there
Gotta have my horde, gotta have aerial
Seein’ everything, the base is glowin’
Flickin’ on and on, everybody’s bum rushin’
Gotta get down to the goon stop`
Gotta catch that wuss, I see no friends (no friends)
Stickin’ in the front view
Sittin’ in the hot seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which dweeb can I take?
It’s Fly-day, Fly-day
Gotta get Hoin' on Fly-day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the squeakmen, meekmen
Fly-day, Fly-day
Gettin’ down on Fly-day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the squeak end
Startin’ in, startin’ in (aah)
Startin’ in, startin’ in (aah)
Run, run, run, run
Lookin’ forward to the weak end
[Verse 2]
7:45, I'm divin’ the aces high way
Cruisin’ so fast, I want time to die
Run, run, think about run
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
Your friend is in my sight
I got this, you got this
Now you blow it
Stickin’ in the front view
Sittin’ in the hot seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which dweeb can I take?
[Chorus]
It’s Fly-day, Fly-day
Gotta get Hoin' on Fly-day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the squeakmen, meekmen
Fly-day, Fly-day
Gettin’ down on Fly-day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the squeak end
Startin’ in, startin’ in (aah)
Startin’ in, startin’ in (aah)
Run, run, run, run
Lookin’ forward to the weak end
[Bridge]
Yesterday was your day, your day
Today is my day, my day (Startin’ in)
Whee-whee-whee, so excited
Whee so excited
Whee, gonna save a base today
Tomorrow is scatter day
And run day comes after...wards
I don’t want this squeekin' to end
[Rap Verse]
RTB, Ready your Flack
So chillin’ in the front view (In the front view)
In the hot seat (In the hot seat)
I’m divin’, cruisin’ (aah, aah)
Fast planes, twitchin’ planes
Wit’ no dar up on my side (Boo!)
(C’mon) Passin’ by is a goon bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my trim, it’s Fly-day, it’s a weekend
I gonna have fun, c’mon, c’mon, y’all
[Chorus]
It’s Fly-day, Fly-day
Gotta get Hoin' on Fly-day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the squeakmen, meekmen
Fly-day, Fly-day
Gettin’ down on Fly-day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the squeak end
Startin’ in, startin’ in (aah)
Startin’ in, startin’ in (aah)
Run, run, run, run
Lookin’ forward to the weak end
It’s Fly-day, Fly-day
Gotta get Hoin' on Fly-day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the squeakmen, meekmen
Fly-day, Fly-day
Gettin’ down on Fly-day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the squeak end
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much needed update :D
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stumbled across this forgotten one...
not set to any particular tune that I can recall.
it was in this thread, page 2: http://bbs.hitechcreations.com/smf/index.php/topic,99103.0.html
"VoD" = Venue of Dolts.
by Shane
AoD in the VoD
PO'd cuz they can't see
beta test, whine the post
Homey T is the host
CPU AMD FPS ugly tree
FolkeWulf , Pony, 09G
tweak the code, T's the best
give the whinage a little rest
monday come tuesday go
shoot the drone watch it blow
rev the engine look for torque
for strat weenies much to pork
AoD in the VoD
PO'd cuz they can't see
online play it doesn't work
whine about the latest perk
download run framerate freeze
monster 'puter holy jeez
graphic glitches beta test
c'mon *****es let it rest
multi threads skuzzy sticky
max the code still so picky
BBS post your specs
auger down your flaming wrecks
AoD in the VoD
PO'd cuz they can't see
the forrest for the ugly tree
now whine about the ToD
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And our latest talent...
USAFCAPcTSgt - whatever his in-game handle may be....
What can you fly the best
And fight against the rest
How do you earn all the shiny medals too
To be a part of the Few
Make your girl love you more
Dance with her on the shore
Have a brew with the lads
Becoming brand new dads
Making your country proud
With gusto and being loud
In the Spitfire
Yes, you can strike deadly fear
In the Spitfire
Yes, you can make enemies tear
In the Spitfire
Get airborne, lazies, fight Rookzies
In the Spitfire, in the Spitfire
Rookzies are dieing by the bunch
In the Spitfire
Don't wait til after your lunch
In the Spitfire
Get airborne with your steel punch
In the Spitfire
Let them feel your aerial crunch
In the Spitfire, in the Spitfire, in the Spitfire (in the Spitfire)
Rooks fear you, they are dire
Bishland wants you to fly Spitfire
Take the fight to Knights
Keep'em in your sights
Shoot them full of holes
Hear them wail all their woes
You don't need no stinking Pony, man
Spitfires rule the land
Get in the air today
And make them Knights fear to play
Spitfires are here to stay
Even a pink Spitfire
For all ladies to fly with ire
In the Spitfire
Yes, you can strike deadly fear
In the Spitfire
Yes, you can make enemies tear
In the Spitfire
Get airborne, lazies, fight Rookzies
In the Spitfire, in the Spitfire
Rookzies are dieing by the bunch
In the Spitfire
Don't wait til after your lunch
In the Spitfire
Get airborne with your steel punch
In the Spitfire
Let them feel your aerial crunch
In the Spitfire, in the Spitfire, in the Spitfire (in the Spitfire)
Rooks fear you, they are dire
Bishland wants you to fly Spitfire
Newbie!
Knights fear you, they are dire
Bishland wants you to fly Spitfire
I signed up to fly Lightnings
Let's debate
I was told Spitfires make you enemy bait
All fear you
Bish wants you to fly Spitfire
Fly Lancaster
Avoid that sure fire Spitfire disaster
All fear you
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And because it's been all over the airwaves... and is quite catchy... and topical :noid
Apologies to Maroon 5 - One More Night
One More Fight
Mid and Shi blowhard at each other like they're going to war
Mid and Shi Ho bluff, they throwing wings and blamin' the bore
Mid and Shi get so ram dysfunctional there's no point to score
Mid and Shi talk chit, yah Shi knows that he can't squelch Mid no more
But Middy, there you go again, forum troll poo
Yeah, Shi stopped losing his head, using his lead, let acm flow
Got stuck on the spitty, on the spitty, spitty splat too
And now shadey-shame, shadey-shame crawling back to bruv
So Shi cross controls and Shi hopes Who dies, that Shi will only play with
Who one more fight.
And Mid knows he died a million flights
But Shi will only play with Who one more fight.
Trying like hell to Ho, but Shi keeps on giving you less
Flying like hell you flop, but your spitstick starts to feel like a dress
Skhi'd be smacking up in the forum probably baiting Mid's self
And Middy waking up, feeling pwnified and muted as well.
But Middy, there you go again, forum troll poo
Yeah, Shi stopped losing his head, using his lead, let acm flow
Got stuck on the spitty, on the spitty, spitty splat too
And now shadey-shame, shadey-shame crawling back to bruv
So Shi cross controls and Shi hopes Who dies, that Shi will only play with
Who one more fight.
And Mid knows he died a million flights
But Shi will only play with Who one more fight.
Yeah Middy give Ho one more fight
Yeah Middy give Ho one more fight
Yeah Middy give Ho one more fight
But Middy, there you go again, forum troll poo
Yeah, Shi stopped losing his head, using his lead, let acm flow
Got stuck on the spitty, on the spitty, spitty splat too
blah, blah, blah, blah
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And this one was just begging to be re-adapted... :rofl
http://bbs.hitechcreations.com/smf/index.php/topic,74527.msg707597.html#msg707597
Little Niki - Prince
Little Middy
I knew a dweeb named Middy, I guess you could say he was a HO fiend
I met him over Trinity spraying from a loaded magazine
He said, "How'd you like to HO one time?"
And I could not resist when I saw little Middy lined
He couldn't fly his way out of an air castle, straight-line in the sky
He was such a newbie lemming, not a clue he could find to buy
He said, "Turn your plane on the plotted line"
His guns reached out and I knew it was the time
Ohhh, Middy!
At 1k out I started leading, or maybe it was an immelmann
I can't tell you what it did for me, but his plane will never touch down to land
His HOness can't kick my behind, oh, he'll moan and start to whine
But he'll sure enough, sure enough, HO again next time
Dweeby Middy, ohhhh!
He ended up in tower, his plane wasn't there
He looked all over, all he found was a note on an empty chair
It said, "Thank you 4 an easy time
Call me up whenever you wanna die"
Yeah, Middy, ohhh!
Oh, come back Middy, come back!
Ho dweeb gonna be wasting your time, time, time....
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I need of a update please?