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Put your arms around me babe,
Can't you see I need you so?
Hold me close against your skin,
'cause I'm about to begin
Lovin' you.

Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace.
Play with my balls and tell me how big they are.

When I'm at the bus stop and you drive by in your mom's car
You tell me the bus already left
Cause you're my best friend!
When I'm at the locker and my shirt's buttoned wrong
You tell me to fix it
Cause you're my best friend
Best friends tell you you got boogers on your nose
Best friends don't laugh when you wear your grandpa's clothes

Every one in this room has been associated with Whitey,
Either through basketball, or the mall, or the various odd jobs he does around town for free or at most a dollar
I'm guessing ninety-nine percent of you have either laughed in Whitey's face or ruthlessly made fun of his feet or voice or shortness or his sister when he wasn't looking
But the next time he'd see you he'd still go out of his way to wave and smile and ask you about your mother's operation or something like that because he unlike us actually cares about some one other then himself
The reason I bring this up to you is because I was the worst offender of all
My life was simply going no were
Then a tiny little man rushed to my side
He should've gotten a big thank you

Once a year we celebrate with stupid hats and plastic plates,
the fact that you were able to make another trip around the sun.
And the whole plan gathers round' gifts and laughter do will bound,
we let out a joyful sound and sing that stupid song.

Happy Birthday, now your one year older.
Happy Birthday, your life still isn't over.
Happy Birthday, you did not accomplish much.

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
Oh all I wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

Chanukah Song

Ok...
This is a song that uh...
There's a lot of Christmas songs out there and uh...
Not too many Christmas songs
So uh...
I wrote a song for all those nice little Jewish kids who don't get to hear any Chanukah songs

Father: Well Ryan, tomorrow's a big day. Your mom's coming home from the hospital with your new baby sister.
Ryan : baby sister
Father: That's right, baby sister.
Ryan : baby sister
Father: So, uh, I think now is the time for us to go over some safety rules for when you're around your new baby sister.
Ryan : safety rules
Father: Okay, rule number one: Always wash your hands before touching the baby.
Ryan : wash hands

I like small butts and I cannot lie,
You honkies can't deny,
When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
and a big thing in your face I get
Sick, cuz I like a toothpick
I'll beat that bootie with a stick
Even the jeans she's wearing, her pants they're almost tearing
No, baby I want a flat bootie,

I wanna make you smile
Whenever you're sad
Carry you around
When your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is
Grow old with you.

I'll get you medicine

I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses
Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is
Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some Lexuses
And all the girls I know got the big big breasteses
I got a ten story mansion on the beach
With a swimmin' pool filled up with the drool of Robin Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash

Where`s my Peggy Sue?
I could use a Rosalita
If there`s a Long Tall Sally out there
I`m dyin` to meet her

Why can`t I hear Beth callin` me?
Why can`t I be the one to make Sara smile?
I wish I was arm in arm with Jean genie

Schnine
He's a pretty good guy
He's nice to his neighbors
You can count on him to buy your school candy bars
He's a real nice guy
He's always got the jumper cables
He'll take your mail in when you're on vacation
He's a good-hearted man

What's the matter honey, are you not feeling well?
It's okay, Momma will take care of you
Not really sick, but don't you know I still say I am
Dad just mumbles, "There goes my girlie son acting up again"

How could you be my kid
Mom knows I'm faking it
But she understands what'll happen if I go

All my little plans and schemes,
lost like some forgotten dream.
Seems that all I really was doing,
was waitin' for you.

Just like little girls and boys,
playing with their little toys.
Seems like all I really was doing

My mom bought you when I was just 13,
the brightest red sweatshirt I ever seen.
She got an extra large so I wouldn't grow out,
"That's too big for you!" the other kids would shout.
But we stuck together, we didn't quit,
and now the children say, "What a perfect fit."

I love you sweeeeatshirt

Born in nineteen thirty-five in Brooklyn, NY
Son of Anna and Phil
At nineteen years old he married my mother Judy
And immediately paid his first Bloomingdale's bill

Right away they started on a family
Three smart kids popped out of mom's tummy
But then one steamy* night dad forgot to wear his raincoat

Hangin' with my sweet amour
She came out with a lion's roar
Yellin' "I'm goin' to the corner store,"
Be back at quarter to four
"Don't slam you pinkies in the drawer"
She can be like a maiden from the days of yore
Hangin' out at Studio 54
Break-dancin' on the slick, brick disco floor

Okay...
This is a song that uhh..
There's a lot of Christmas songs out there and uhh..
Not too many Chanukah songs.
So uhh..
I wrote a song for all those nice little Jewish kids who don't get to hear any Chanukah songs.
Here we go..."

"The Chanukah Song (II)"

Put on your yarmulke
Its time for Chanukah
So much funnaka
To celebrate Chanukah

Chanukah is the festival of lights

Me, I'm the Lonesome Kicker
Extra points, field goals at your service
One might think it comes with glory
You might think different after you listen to my story

My helmet is equipped with a tiny face mask
What it possibly could protect, I do not know
The other guys on the team

Well, I had myself a girlfriend
For almost two whole years
We had no secrets
We had no fears
There was nothing we wouldn't do
When we were in the sack
She'd even pop the zit on my back