I might get banned for this one.

 

I might get banned for this one.

That's it! ... I'm having you deported reported!

 

That's it! ... I'm having you deported reported!

 

I see it's time to get serious:

 

Worst songs ever written / sung

I'm told this was all the rage back in the day

I rest my case!

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I'm told this was all the rage back in the day

I rest my case!

TTFN
HP

We might have a contender to beat out the Barney song.

 

 

 

 

Metal wheels!!!!! I had a pair. They'd split right down the middle after a few miles in the street.

 

Metal wheels!!!!! I had a pair. They'd split right down the middle after a few miles in the street.

How about the first skate board I got, metal wheels too, we use to go down peoples driveways and try to turn onto the sidewalk 90˚ sliding off onto the grass between the curb and sidewalk most of the time.

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first skate board...

Mine was constructed of 1/4" plywood. Those were the days. Not.

 

And I think we have a winner!

 

 

Dude! There are some songs that just have to be appreciated for their, shall we say, aphrodisiatic effect on the ladies!!!

I have thanked Joe Cocker many times for the existence of this song. Silently of course...

 

Like puttin Good&Plenty in the pillow.

 

Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out...

So that's what passed for "1960's era" double entendre?! -- I should have thought 'the zeitgeist' was 'grittier' than that!?

Bang goes another illusion

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Dude! There are some songs that just have to be appreciated for their, shall we say, aphrodisiatic effect on the ladies!!!

To each their own? -- Though I'm bound to say I find it about as 'aphrodisiac' as a vat of boiling bitumen 'accented' with 'twist' of coal tar!

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To each their own? -- Though I'm bound to say I find it about as 'aphrodisiac' as a vat of boiling bitumen 'accented' with 'twist' of coal tar!

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You haven't had the right man sing it to you. Hitting the high on the last note usually seals the deal.

 

You haven't had the right man sing it to you. Hitting the high on the last note usually seals the deal.

Be that as it may, I assert that the operative 'high' (and any ensuing 'favours') owe far more to the subject of this thread than to even the most exquisitely administered aural torture!

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