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Mary Wells


Nothing you could say could tear me away from my guy (my guy)

Nothing you could do, 'cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy (my guy)

I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter

Like birds of a feather, we stick together

I'm tellin' you from the start

I can't be torn apart from my guy


Nothing you could do could make me untrue to my guy (my guy)

Nothing you could buy could make me tell a lie to my guy (my guy)

I gave my guy my word of honour to be faithful, and I'm gonna

You best be believing I won't be deceiving my guy


As a matter of opinion I think he's tops

My opinion is he's the cream of the crop

As a matter of taste, to be exact

He's my ideal, as a matter of fact


No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy (my guy)

No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy (my guy)

He may not be a movie star, but when it comes to bein' happy, we are


There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy


No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy (my guy)

No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy (my guy)

He may not be a movie star, but when it comes to bein' happy, we are


There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy

(What you say ?)

There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy

(One more time)

There's not a man today who could take me away from my guy

Good morning, folks!

They used to play that song every morning at the beginning of our warmups in highschool gym class, bobsmyth. Every time I hear it, I want to start doing sit-ups.

A-one and a-two and a......

I was going to try that but the creaks and groans offend my ears.

My Guy. I hear that melody in my head, Bob, and Raggedy's Bosom Buddies is a song in the back of my mind as is Eva's Jumping Jacks.

Speaking of creaks and groans, Bob. This is:


Friday the 13th

Reyn just reminded us.

paraskevidekatriaphobia or friggatriskaidekaphobia
Paraskevidekatriaphobia is a morbid, irrational fear of Friday the 13th. Therapist Dr. Donald Dossey, whose specialty is treating people with irrational fears, coined the term. He claims that when you can pronounce the word you are cured.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia is related to triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number 13.

We need to think of a different type song, listeners.

leaving the hotel johnathon to walk to dinner (Lippstadt):

walking from Hotel to resturant (rear view):

Hey, that's us!!!! :-)

Lincoln.

I thought that I spotted that lovely Urs. Watch your back, honey.

and there's George, a man of few words, with the correct answer.

Anyone remember the Dead Poet's Society? Let us know by call in, and you will receive two tickets to the latest Robin Williams movie.

It least, McTag and I now know, what "they" did whilst we were waiting. :wink:

UhOh, listeners. This would NOT be the proper time to play a song about a haunted house by Whodini.

I'll wait until everyone has a chance to go through Walter's house.

My back was watched by Dys, Letty! :-)

As far as I had noticed, there are three more backs. But your's the nicest (as those of the persons aside of you :wink: ).

<Not trying to get difficulties - especially not on our wedding day anniversary>

Oooh, you better watch what you are saying then, Walter!

And congratulations to Ulla and you!

I wouldn't have known whose backs they were, had urs not said something, Walter. It's dys' fault for not putting the names on the backs of the jackets.

Ah, Walter.

Happy Anniversary to Walter and Ulla

I'm afraid that I have some unpleasant tasks to do, listeners. Another round of wrangling with my auto insurance people. Sheeeeeeze

<urs, Ulla, c.i., Clary>




Good luck, Letty!

Well, folks. It looks as though I can still drive without impunity for a while.

Is it safe to play that Whodini tune now?

Yikes, Walter. I thought Clary had blonde hair

Before I post the Haunted House Rock, I would like to say to Walter and Ulla:

Oh, how they danced on the night they were wed,
If you think they danced you got rocks in your head. :wink:

Now I can do it, right?

Welcome to the place where all the creatures meet

The last building to your left on a dead-end street.
Youll find skeleton bones outside on the pavement

And torture chambers down in the basement.
Cobwebs hangin' over your head

And music bein' played by the grateful dead.
And spinnin' on the turntables back to back

Is no other than my main man wolfman Jack.
The M. C. of the night rappin' to the tunes

Is the creature from the black lagoon.
There's a sign on the door that can't be missed

It reads 'Enter
but at your own risk'

'Cause people been reported goin' in the haunted house

But never again seen comin' out.
You ask me if it's true
Ill leave it up to you

Here's an invite
I hope I see you tonight.

We sent out invitations for weeks and weeks

We invited in all kinds of creeps

Like Dr. Jeykl and Mr. Hyke
the Adams family and the monster five

The invisible man
where could he be? We know he got inside the party free.
One of these days they're gonna catch him red-handed

If not for sneakin' in free
for being a booty bandit.
The bartender was cute
but kinda hairy

And Dracula was killin' those Bloody Marys.
He got drunk as a skunk
and started trouble all night

But everybody knew his bark was worse than his bite.
It was the only place for you to be

The first 200 witches in the party were free.
And all was well until the clock struck 12

Everybody jumped up and started raisin' hell.

They were screaming'
they were breakin'
they were foaming at the mouth

Just minor side effects of the haunted house.
You'll have haunted dreams in your sleep

You'll be tossin' and turnin' to the funky beat.
Frankenstein was there with some crazy little chick

I think she said her name was 'Voodoo an a stick'.
She had a big fat head and a skinny body

I couldn't be caught with her alone
let alone at a party.
Egor was there with the monster crew
I seen everybody there except you.
Why didn't you come
weren't you prepared

Or could it be that you were scared

It's just not fair that you couldn't be there

Because you really missed a lot and I'm tellin' you

We really brought the place down at the haunted house of rock.

So much for Friday the 13th songs. Dr. Hyke?