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   simpsonfan2 said, 4 months ago

   At least it wasn’t ABBA.
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   x_Tech said, 4 months ago

   Her name is Lola.
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   win said, 4 months ago

   Parry Manilow.
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   Linda1259 said, 4 months ago

   @win

   Win, your comments always make me smile … how fast your mind is even in the early mornings.
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   olddog1 said, 4 months ago

   Could have been The Kinks. L. O. L. A., Lola.
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   tagteam said, 4 months ago

   Great song by the Kinks….

   I met her in a club down in old Soho
   Where you drink champagne
   It tastes just like Coca Cola, C-O-L-A cola

   She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
   I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice
   She said Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola, L-L-Lola

   Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guy
   But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
   Oh my Lola, L-L-Lola

   Well, I’m not dumb but I can’t understand
   Why she walked like a woman but talked like a man
   Oh my Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

   Well, we drank champagne and danced all night
   Under electric candlelight
   She picked me up and sat me on her knee
   And said, “Dear boy, won’t you come home with me?”

   Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guy
   But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
   L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
   Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

   I pushed her away, I walked to the door
   I fell to the floor, I got down on my knees
   Then I looked at her and she at me

   That’s the way that I want it to stay
   I always want it to be that way for my Lola, L-L-Lola

   Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
   It’s a mixed up muddled up, shook up world
   Except for Lola, L-L-Lola

   Well, I left home just a week before
   And I’d never ever kissed a woman before
   But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
   And said, “Dear boy, I’m gonna make you a man”

   Well, I’m not the world’s most masculine man
   But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man
   And so is Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
   Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

   Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
   Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
   Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola

   Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
   Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
   Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola
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   rshive said, 4 months ago

   At least the bird didn’t make it to the H word. We’re not supposed to say that…or write it…or think it…are we?
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   whmIII said, 4 months ago

   Good thing it’s her last day…
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   K M said, 4 months ago

   @tagteam

   I met him in a swamp down in Dagobah
   where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda. S-O-D-A, so-ho-da.
   I saw the little runt sitting there on a log.
   I asked him his name and in a raspy voice, he said, “Yoda, Y-O-D-A, Yo-ho-da, Yo-yo-yo-yo-Yoda.”…
   -“Weird Al” Yankovic
10. 

    Doctor Toon said, 4 months ago

    We rescued a St Bernard named Lola, and for at least the first month we had her we were singing every Lola song we could think of
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    win said, 4 months ago

    @Linda1259

    Well, it’s early afternoon here in the Philippines when I read/post…just about cocktail time (at least close enough for a retired guy).
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    rickmac1937 said, 4 months ago

    priceless too bad she didn’t teach him the Bee Gees staying a live
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    Jkiss said, 4 months ago

    It would have been a whole different vocabulary if Lola had stubbed her toe.
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    CharlieTuba said, 4 months ago

    My account is overdrawn, my car slid down the hill
    I’m givin’ up, I’ve got no more to give
    My beagle bit the vet, and my daughter’s on the pill
    And my ficus plant has lost it’s will to live

    I owe Mastercharge my life, I’ve got adolescent skin
    My doctor says I can’t use any salt
    My waist is getting thick, but my hair is getting thin
    And my house is on the San Andreas fault…

    I need your help, Barry Manilow
    I’m miserable and I don’t know what to do
    Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
    No one knows how to suffer quite like you

    My shrink is out of town, my love life is a joke
    My ex-wife sold my diary to Rona
    All my ashtrays are overflowed, and I don’t even smoke
    And my sinuses came back from Arizona…

    (Spoken) “Hello, Mandy? It’s me. I’m here at the Copa. You know, the Copacabana. I know I don’t write the songs that make the whole world sing but I do know one thing, Mandy… I can’t smile without you…. Forget Lola…. Remember that weekend in New England? I thought then that this could be the magic at last… Now here I am… Tryin’ to get the feelin’ again!”

    I need your help, Barry Manilow
    I’m all alone and sitting on a shelf
    Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
    I feel like feeling sorry for myself

    I need your help, Barry Manilow
    Your songs can really comfort the unlucky
    Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
    I wish I didn’t have to feel so yucky…
    I wish I didn’t have to feel…

    So yucky!!!
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