FOR FUN, 

And for the title of completely useless year supply of lint.

Here is how the game works.

You make up nonsense words, that sound like a famous song lyric or song title, we guess. Then you make up nonsense lyrics and or song title, so on so on.

I'll go first....... EXAMPLE

Lit me with a tater tot.......

You respond, "Hit Me With Your Best Shot"


Here goes,

Loner of a phony cart........

What? No takers, come on guys?

Lits a marty in me mu s a.

Wrist Merle is on plywood, Wrist Merle is on plywood.

Rump down, luft you pup, Ruft down luft you pup

FLIRTY CLEATS, FUN PLIRT SHEETS, FLIRTY CLEATS, FUN PLIRT SHEETS.

Um...This is harder than it looks at first.
I haven't the faintest what ANY of yours might be. I'm sitting her, drawing a total blanks

And here is my submissions
For the Song titles category:
Snakes die every day.

For the lyrics category
Fly kites, dig struts and boy can it fly

(October 14, 2017 at 4:17 pm)Brian37 Wrote: What? No takers, come on guys?

Lits a marty in me mu s a.

Wrist Merle is on plywood, Wrist Merle is on plywood.

Rump down, luft you pup, Ruft down luft you pup

FLIRTY CLEATS, FUN PLIRT SHEETS, FLIRTY CLEATS, FUN PLIRT SHEETS.

Lits a marty in me mu s a "Its a party in the USA".

Wrist Merle is on plywood, "This Girl is on Fire"

Rump down, luft you pup, "Uptown funk you up"

AND I cant believe you didnt get the last one......

DIRTY DEEDS, DONE DIRT CHEAP.

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(October 14, 2017 at 4:52 pm)Aroura Wrote: Um...This is harder than it looks at first.
I haven't the faintest what ANY of yours might be.  I'm sitting her, drawing a total blanks

And here is my submissions
For the Song titles category:
Snakes die every day.

For the lyrics category
Fly kites, dig struts and boy can it fly

I have noooooooo clue.........

How about.........

POWN'T CROP RECEIVING .....  Song title. I hope that isn't a long journey for you. 

Song lyrics.

If you range your blind, I'll be last in kind, (HINT, LOOK AT AVATAR)

I will be an utter expert at this. Although I will only be second place to Karl Hyde I'll nevertheless be expert.

Here's my first attempt:

me just now singing bollocks in my mind Wrote:Jumping at the punters

We all

Living in long

Sprinting like the thumpers

We all

Crouch around a little. Up and down a little. Full on; full on
Up and around a little. Sideways and frown a little. Long gone; long gone!

Because if you're an upstart you won't be otherwise. If you're a downend you won't damn otherwise. It's all that they say we are that lets us become what we need what know. It's not what they want to know that destroys what they tell us so.

The letting the stressors
The fretting naysayers

Here it go!

We all

Living in long

Sprinting like the thumpers

We all

Crouch around a little. Up and down a little. Full on; full on
Up and around a little. Sideways and frown a little. Long gone; long gone!

So don't stop being sudden. Don't stop gleaning or buzzing. It takes all. It takes all

It takes all, it takes all it takes all

Don't go around to town. Don't smile and don't frown. We aren't going to let you down.

So,

We all

Living in long

Sprinting like the thumpers

We all

Crouch around a little. Up and down a little. Full on; full on
Up and around a little. Sideways and frown a little. Long gone; long gone!

It's about time
It's about time
It's about time
It's about time

Everlast they say us. But you don't meet me halfway . . . I carry you.

I woke up with the power on in the new talking about

How about,

Lyrics,

The toys are lacking gown, the toys are lacking gown. (Yea, it is a thin joke. I heard it at a joint called Deno's)

More lyrics,

Meat on the rat, meat on the rat, meat on the rat with a basting clasp. OH YEA OOOOOHHH.

Or

And he's crying a fairway to seven.

Oh. I see what you actually mean now. I thought you were just inviting us to write nonsense lyrics.

But it's much more like a spoonerism type thing + guessing game.

(October 14, 2017 at 9:46 am)Brian37 Wrote: Loner of a phony cart........

Easy. Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes.

My turn:

Booo havey yon't oo dough thot wots yurf.
Goo lade feaven la yapes on surf

They put a parking lot on a piece of land in the supermarket used to stand before that they put up a boy

(October 14, 2017 at 5:53 pm)Brian37 Wrote: How about,

Lyrics,

The toys are lacking gown, the toys are lacking gown. (Yea, it is a thin joke. I heard it at a joint called Deno's)

More lyrics,

Meat on the rat, meat on the rat, meat on the rat with a basting clasp. OH YEA OOOOOHHH.

Or

And he's crying a fairway to seven.

Shes buying a stairway to heaven.

Idk, seems most of us cant guess, so we just keep making up more that mostly can't be guessed, lol.