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Full Throttle
Full Throttle -
Chitlins, Whiskey & Skirt - Increased Chances
Increased Chances
by Chitlins, Whiskey & Skirt
The population is greatly decreased.
And now the odds are greatly increased.
That i may someday get a chance,
to kiss your lips.
I thank the lo-o-ord each day,
for the apocalypse.
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead
but, sugar, I wont let it go to my head.
My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt.
But I'm still chasin' chitlins, whiskey and skirt.
The
Curse of Monkey Island
The Curse of Monkey Island - Guybrush trying to join a barbershop quartet
Oh, there's a monkey in my pocket,
And he's stealing all my change,
His stare is blank and glassy,
I suspect that he's deranged...
I'm hooked on you baby
But the seas keep us apart
And there ain't no eye patch big enough
To cover up my broken heart...
For those cold, dark shipboard nights,
We've got boxers, briefs, and tights
Made from cotton, silk, or satin,
In styles Anglo, Dutch, and Latin,
When you sail don't take a chance
Wearing nothing 'neath your pants!
Trust...Silver's Long Johns! (They breathe!)
Plunder, Plunder, how I wonder
How'd you get so doggone pretty?
Home to sailors, barbers, tailors
And Puerto Pollo, your capitol city...
Once my old man spoke to good King Triton
And asked "Why all this senseless fightin'?"
"Why can't we men express emotion?"
And now I've got a friend in...
Thanks to The Monkey Island SCUMM Bar
for the CMI lyrics.
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