h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Magical Tevor? *looks hopeful*

*Puts on tour guide cap*
Magical Mystery Tour?

Better yet...East Bound and Down from Smokey and The Bandit......what a classic...


East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
Oh I'm eastbound, just watch ol' Bandit run

Keep you foot fall on the petal
Son, never mind them brakes
Let it all hang out 'cuz we gotta run to make

The boys are thirsty in Atlanta
And there's beer in Texarkana
and we'll bring it back no matter what it takes

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
Oh I'm eastbound, just watch ol' Bandit run

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
Oh I'm eastbound, just watch ol' Bandit run

Ol' smokey's got them ears on
He's hot on your trail
An' he ain't gonna rest 'till you're in jail
You gotta duck and you gotta double
You gotta keep that diesel truckin'
Just put that hammer down and give 'em hell

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
Oh I'm eastbound, just watch ol' Bandit run

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
Oh I'm eastbound, just watch ol' Bandit run

His nieghbours enjoy his singing, they throw bricks through the windows so they can hear him better.

MORE SINGING!!!


Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone

In the lamplight
The withered leaves
Collect at my feet
And the wind
Begins to moan

Memory,
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every street lamp
Seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun

*blinks*



don't give up the day job

... ...I don't actually have a job...

you don't?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Well don't rely on singing as a means of living.
Take up gardening, we could we a good one around here.

Well...I'll be the comedian...
*waits for laughter at this joke*

*blinks and twiddles his thumbs*



*watches as a tumbleweed rolls past*

Wha Wha? Sorry, nodded off waiting for the punchline. Did he crack a joke?

he cracked something

Hmm! Is that what the smell is?

*hands you a gas mask*



I think so

Thanks for that. I was going blue holding my breath.

I think he's gone though. Do you think he'll return? I see the roses have died.

if he does



I hope he's not going to be cracking anything

It goes without saying that everyone and any one is welcome, but the cracking must be left out.