"Escape (The Piña Colada Song)" - Rupert Holmes


I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long
Like a worn out recording of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleepin' I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns, there was this letter I read

If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape

I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old lady had fallen into the same old dull routine
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half bad

Yes, I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Malley's where we'll plan our escape

So I waited with high hopes and she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely lady and she said, "oh, it's you"
Then we laughed for a moment and I said, "I never knew"

That you like piña coladas and gettin' caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean and the taste of champagne
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape
You're the lady I've looked for, come with me and escape

If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape

Yes I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Malley's where we'll plan our escape

"We're An American Band" - Grand Funk Railroad


Out on the road for forty days
Last night in Little Rock put me in a haze
Sweet, sweet Connie, doin' her act
She had the whole show and that's a natural fact
Up all night with Freddie King
I got to tell you, poker's his thing
Booze and ladies, keep me right
As long as we can make it to the show tonight

We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band

Four young chiquitas in Omaha
Waitin' for the band to return from the show
Feelin' good, feelin' right, it's Saturday night
The hotel detective, he was outta sight
Now these fine ladies, they had a plan
They was out to meet the boys in the band
They said, "Come on dudes, let's get it on"
And we proceeded to tear that hotel down

We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band

We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band

We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band

We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band

We're an American band, wooo
We're an American band, wooo
We're an American band, wooo

It has lyrics, so it counts!

Uh, oh! I'm in trouble again!

"Life In The Fast Lane" - Eagles


He was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up
And he held her for ransom
In the heart of the cold, cold city

He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were good in bed
She'd say, "Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red."

Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane

Are you with me so far?

Eager for action
Hot for the game
The coming attraction
The drop of a name

They knew all the right people
They took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties
They paid heavenly bills

There were lines on the mirror
Lines on her face
She pretended not to notice
She was caught up in the race

Out every evening
Until it was light
He was too tired to make it
She was too tired to fight about it

Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane

Blowin' and burnin'
Blinded by thirst
They didn't see the stop sign
Took a turn for the worst

She said, "Listen, baby. You can hear the engine ring
We've been up and down this highway; haven't seen a goddamn thing."

He said, "Call the doctor. I think I'm gonna crash."
"The doctor say he's comin', but you gotta pay in cash."

They went rushin' down that freeway
Messed around and got lost
They didn't care they were just dyin' to get off and it was

Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane

Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane

😈

Yeah!!

"Only The Lonely" - The Motels


We walked the loneliest mile
We smiled without any style
We kiss altogether wrong
No intention

We lied about each other's drinks
We lived without each other thinking
What anyone would do
Without me and you

It's like I told you
Only the lonely can play

So hold on, here we go
Hold on to nothing we know
I feel so lonely
Way up here

You mention the time we were together
So long ago
Well, I don't remember
All I know is that it makes me feel good now

It's like I told you
Only the lonely can play
Only the lonely
Only the lonely can play

Only the lonely
Only the lonely can play
It's like I told you
Only the lonely can play
Only the lonely
Only the lonely can play

The problem is that very few of those people have ever had to struggle for anything. They have never had to labor for anything in their lives, and it shows.

We're now in the "Good times create weak men" phase of civilization, soon to be followed by the "Weak men create bad times" phase.

That's a front butt!

Please accept my condolences on your loss.

In fiscal year 2024, The Netherlands received $16.8 billion in U.S. foreign aid. I'm sure that number has been greatly reduced since that time, as the grift known as USAID has been greatly diminished by the Trump administration in recent times.

Now, say something negative about that.

Riiiiiight.

“These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.” – Matthew 15:8

That makes the Netherlands no better than the country you hold up as the bad example, does it not?

Again, the contrast fallacy.

Resorting to a contrast fallacy, I see.

Um, the Soviet Union had a substance abuse problem.

Communism!

Peter R De Vries

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Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies:

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You have no reason to be as smug as you present yourself:

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Some truth? Oh, my, my, my. Denial is a terrible thing.

My, my, my:

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Very educational, indeed!

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This is very educational:

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Thanks to the American taxpayer, you mean. You would be digging ditches or shoveling horse shit in Drenthe, if not for America's foreign aid to a nation that doesn't deserve it nor no longer needs it.

Also, you've been spelling Anus Licker wrong.

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Signed,

A Pompous Dutch Know-All

Yes. But, no one cares.

Of course you remember it. It came from America. No one remembers what your little country has done ever since the Dutch slave ships stopped sailing.

You can't convince me you do not have those people residing in your worthless little country, too.

What you are feeling is an unearned sense of smug superiority. Remember, Americans are subsidizing your security, your health care system, and your welfare state. You should refrain from trying to bite the hand that feeds you.

Without us, you'd be forced to actually work for a living.

It took me all of two minutes. Being rather slow yourself, you like to project that onto others, huh.