Celebrities Getting Into Trouble

Katy Perry? Taste? Nope, totally tasteless.

Exhibit A:



You wanna wet your whistle, come and have a drink (Ice cold)
Cool as a cucumber, you're coming on to me
You say, "You got the ripest melons on the street"
My honeydew and your banana make a treat

Milk, milk, lemonade
Round the back, where chocolate's made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Round the back, where chocolate's made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Round the back, where chocolate's made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Round the back, where chocolate's made
 
Katy Perry? Taste? Nope, totally tasteless.

Exhibit A:



You wanna wet your whistle, come and have a drink (Ice cold)
Cool as a cucumber, you're coming on to me
You say, "You got the ripest melons on the street"
My honeydew and your banana make a treat

Milk, milk, lemonade
Round the back, where chocolate's made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Round the back, where chocolate's made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Round the back, where chocolate's made
Milk, milk, lemonade
Round the back, where chocolate's made


When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Maybe I'm a man maybe I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something, that he can't really understand.

Milk, milk lemonade around the back where chocolate's made.

Those three are obviously equivalent in how powerfully moving they are.
 
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Rolling Stone ranked Little Richard's iconic refrain "A-wop-bop-a-loo-mop-a-lop-bam-boom!" from his 1955 hit "Tutti Frutti" as the most inspired rock lyric ever recorded.
 
Yes, in April 2012. Bob Dylan said Little Richard was "speaking in tongues across the airwaves long before anyone knew what was happening." I wonder if Dylan ever heard Pat Boone's version of Tutti Frutti.

 
This Italian guy made a song in the 70's where he pretended to sing in English to mock how Europeans were into anything that sounded poppy and American.

It's pretty awesome!!!!!



All these lyrics mean nothing in Italian or English HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Prisencolinensinainciusol
(In de col men seivuan
Prisencolinensinainciusol, ol rait)
Uis de seim cius nau op de seim
Ol uait men in de colobos dai
Trr, ciak is e maind beghin de col
Bebi stei ye push yo oh
Uis de seim cius nau op de seim
Ol uoit men in de colobos dai
Not s de seim laikiu de promisdin
Iu nau in trabol lovgiai ciu gen
In do camo not cius no bai for lov so
Op op giast cam lau ue cam lov ai
Oping tu stei laik cius go mo men
Iu bicos tue men cold dobrei goris
Oh sandei
Ai ai smai sesler
Eni els so co uil piso, ais
In de col men seivuan
Prisencolinensinainciusol, ol rait
Ai ai smai senflecs
Eni go for doing peso, ais
Prisencolinensinainciusol ol rait
Uel ai sint no ai giv de sint
Laik de cius nobodi oh gud taim lev feis go
Uis de seim et seim cius go no ben
Let de cius end kai for not de gai giast stei
Ai ai smai senflecs
Eni go for doing peso, ais
In de col mein seivuan
Prisencolinensinainciusol ol rait
Lu nei si not sicidor
Ah es la bebi la dai big iour
Ai aismai senflecs
Eni go for doing peso, ais
In de col mein seivuan
Prisencolinensinainciusol ol rait
Lu nei si not sicodor
Ah es la bebi la dai big iour


It did well:

Weekly chart performance for "Prisencolinensinainciusol"

Chart (1973–1974)Peak
position
Belgium (Ultratop 50 Flanders)[28]4
Belgium (Ultratop 50 Wallonia)[29]2
Italy (Musica e dischi)[30]5
Netherlands (Dutch Top 40)[31]6
Netherlands (Single Top 100)[32]5
West Germany (GfK)[33]46

I love it!

I know I have to relate everything to Phish, I'm sorry guys. But Fishman and Trey wrote Gumbo together in 1990 and all the lyrics are in actual English but they are just a bunch of words put together that they felt helped the melody lead to the jam. So they really only have meaning to help the music, not as coherent verses and choruses:



There's a mouse starin' out of the window
His car is trapped in the snow
He's planning a family vacation
But he just can't go
Around the next corner's a red bird
His feathers are trapped in a sling
He's passed by some gunslinging parrot
Who's jealous he ain't got no grin

There ain't no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child's made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged
In a hot sand or in a my feet
They're blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee

There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper
He's sending them off to himself
He gets them a couple days later
Who put them along his top shelf
If you get tired of shavings
And carve up a good hunk of wood
Remembering to check on the sausage
He's got cooking somewhere look good

Both of these songs are far more intellectually stimulating than anything Katie has ever written.
 
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