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| Flight of the Conchords (2007) | ||
![]() | Flight of the Conchords is de naam van een Nieuw Zeelandse folkband die probeert het in Amerika te maken. Ze hebben een manager gevonden (die de rest van zijn dagen slijt als stoffige medewerker op de Nieuw Zeelandse ambassade) en hun fanbase bestaat uit één fan. | |
Cast: Jemaine - Jemaine Clement Bret - Bret McKenzie Murray - Rhys Darby Dave - Arj Barker Bedacht door - James Bobin (Da Ali G Show), Jemaine Clement en Bret McKenzie | Trivia:
Externe links: HBO Flight of the Conchords | |
Flight of the Conchords intro: | Flight of the Conchords clip: |
Gangsta-rap van de Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros: | The Humans Are Dead: | |
Beautiful Girl @ Letterman: | Flight of the Conchords @ Pulp Comedy: |
Zoals het benefietconcert voor epileptische honden, waarbij ze een stroboscoop aanzetten. 
Friends: Friends sing together La, La, La, La Friends do things together La, La, La, La Friends laugh together Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Friends make graphs together La, La, La, La Friends help you when you're in danger Friends are people who are not strangers Friends help you shift into a new place Tell you if you've got food on you're face Friends are the ones, on who you can depend He's my friend, He's not my friend Friends are the ones who are there at the end He's my friend, They're not my friends If you trip over I'll catch you're fall If you break my dick, I won't break you're balls If you get drunk and vomit on me I'll make sure you get home safely If you cross the road and a drunk struck you And scrape you up and reconstruct you I'll cheer you up if you're depressed If you get murdered I'll avenge you're death Friends walk together La, La, La, La Pop and lock together Me and him together La, La, La, La Me and Jim forever Friends go jogging at the track Friends borrow money never pay It back Friends do not let friends do crack Friends go out and grab a snack Friends drink beer in the sun Unlike girlfriends they don't mind if you have more than one Friends tell you when you're flys undone My Uncle John had a special friend They dressed a like, his name was Ben I've never seen two friends like them They we're very very friendly men La, La, La, La Friends, Friends, Friends La, La, La, La Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends La, La, La, La Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends La, La, La, La Friends La, La, La, La | Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor: Too many dicks on the dance floor Too many dicks on the dance floor Too many dicks Too many dicks on the dance floor Too many dicks Too many dicks on the dance floor (Too many dicks) Going to the party Sipping on Bacardi Want to meet a hottie But there's Adam, Steve and Ronny There's Billy, Ted and Tommy They're on leave from the army The only boobs I see tonight would be made of origami Tell the fella's, Make it understood It aint no good, if there's too much wood Make sure you know, before you go The dance floor bro hoe ratio Five to One is a brodeo Tell Steve and Mike it's time to go Wait outside all night to find Twenty dudes in a conga line Too many dicks on the dance floor Easy to fix Too many dicks on the dance floor Spread out the dicks Too many dudes, with too many dicks Too close to my shit Too hard to meet chicks I need better odds More broads, less rods I came to do battle, Scadadle with the Cattle-Prods Too many men Too many boys Too many misters Not enough sisters Too much time on few many hands Not enough ladies, too many mans Too many dicks Too many dongs Too many shlongs Now sing this song | |
Angels: There are angels in the clouds, Doing it There are angels, Doing it, doing it, doing it, doing it, doing it, doing it, doin it, in the clouds Behind the shroud, of the clouds, fooling around In the clouds, they're lying, feathers flying Angels sighing There are angels. Nobody knows what goes on under those robes Pushing, and puffing, and huffing, and heaving (In heaven) Pushing, and puffing, and huffing, and heaving Pushing, and puffing, and huffing, and heaving Pushing, and puffing, and huffing, and heaving in heaven. Up there, they're playing the loving game. Makin' rain Turning white clouds grey Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Doin' it Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Doin' it Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Doin' it Doin' it Doin' it Doin' it Doin' it Doin' it Doin' it Doin' it | You Don't Have to Be a Prostitute: Oooohooooh Its a cold night, beneath the street light, there's a man whose pants are too tight Oh no, his pants are too tight My pants are too tight He stands there, an empty stare, trying to make enough money for his cab fare home He'll have to walk home tonight Don't have enough for the ride The streets are cruel, he tries to act cool, he goes to work with only his one tool You can put away your tool, Jemaine You don't have to be, a prostitute No no no no no You can say no, to being a man hoe A male jigalo You don't have to be, a prostitute No no no no no You can say no to being a night looker, boy hooker, rent boy, bro, hoe He can't see his way out I can not see my way out He can't see his way out Male prostitution seems to be my only option He can't see his way out I can not see my way out He can't see his way out No, no, no, no, no He sends cheep thrills, to pay expensive bills But check your résumé, you must have some other skills Do you have any other skills? Like typing? They see him, want him to please them, want him to play them, but they don't even pay him Oh no, they don't think he's worth it at all Don't think I know when, he tries to bring them home, maybe that would be a way if he lived alone Oh, you have a roommate Jemaine, don't bring them home You don't have to be, a prostitute No no no no no You can say no, to being a man hoe A male jigalo You don't have to be, a prostitute No no no no no You can say no to being a night looker, boy hooker, rent boy, bro, hoe |
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