She's giving me the excitations (oom-bop-bop)I'm pickin' up good vibrations (good vibrations, oom-bop-bop)She's giving me the excitations (excitations, oom-bop-bop)I'm pickin' up good vibrations (oom-bop-bop)She's giving me the excitations (excitations, oom-bop-bop)I'm pickin' up good vibrations (oom-bop-bop)She's giving me the excitations (excitations)
Victor? You in a relationship?
YES, with life.
She's giving me the excitations (oom-bop-bop)....... SHE, is life. Excitations is, happy. Smile. Happy tears. Observations of events, happenings, people mingling where delight seems to be a common theme.
(oom-bop-bop)
Side note: This band....... three brothers, a cousin, and a buddy....... Wiki done tell me "Distinguished by their vocal harmonies, adolescent-oriented lyrics, and musical ingenuity, they are one of the most influential acts of the rock era." This delights me. Good vibrations.
A garage band. That could be me and you eh? Don't be an idiot, I couldn't carry a tune.. I could maybe write adolescent-oriented lyrics... yeah, the end of this song is.........
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naNa-na-na, na-na, na-na-na (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)Do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)Do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
If life were a poker game, color me ALL IN on stupid lyrics....Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga... VICTOR, that's a different song. Nope, can't do.
Watch, bite - me. I AM NOT A GREAT FAN OF (TOO MANY) RULES. I usedta know a place that was actually fun to work at, then, started 4-5 LONG texts to all employees a day, reminding "Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign."
I'm ME, I like LIGHT (not stressy). I guess you could say I'm different. (Boy you can say that again Victor)
Ok. I'm ME, I like LIGHT (not stressy). I guess you could say I'm different. Thanks.
Ya mean like "Tutti frutti, oh rootie.. A wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boom." Uh huh, that's some good vibrations there.
I know most prefer conformity. Hup two three four, march together please. Speak only when spoken to. Raise your hand if you have to use the restroom. Any Horshack outbursts "OOH! OOH! OOH! MR. KOTT'I'ER!" will have you taken to the office, put in time out (padded room) for a week, given (forced) Ritalin... Oh, and teachers are advised not to smile until Christmas.
Tutti frutti, patooey.
Fun, as in have a bit. The Crystals had fun waaaaaaaaaaay back in 1961 when they sang "I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still, Da doo ron-ron-ron, Da doo ron-ron, Somebody told me that his name was Bill, Da doo ron-ron-ron, Da doo ron-ron"
YES, I know we need rules. Fences, so to speak. (Ever seen a little doggie go go go when someone left the gate open?) VICTOR! OK, sorry. "C'mere buddy, we'll go to the dogpark later... you can run, sniff, jump, chase tenny balls, frisbees - to your heart's content." I'm pickin' up good vibrations.
I know, I know there are some, ok, maybe quite a few - that think people like me, over-the-top-hey-lets-have-fun, are...... disgusting. Sorry. I am 72. I'm damn lucky to have hair on my head. I'm gonna let it down, as one day, it will be "To everything, urn, urn, urn" there is a season, "urn, urn, urn" (a damn long one too).
I'll go now. Grandkids for an ice cream cone? Doggie with his head out the winder' a goin' 45mph? Wayside Waifs having a $25 pet adoption sale all weekend? Can't you just seem them tails! I'm pickin' up good vibrations.
Victor? A point? A purpose? Meaning to all this?
Ahm, there gotta be one, that the rule? I think, vely true, all work (rules) and no play make Jack a very grumpy old fart. And OK, OK, all fun, and no work (rules) might be a tad bit over the top. I'll calm down.
Some.
My lymph system don't circulate my lymph fluid. THE HELL VICTOR? TEA? PRICE? CHINA? I dunno, did he ever settle on a tariff amount for them?
What I meant was........ I've got this NIFTY new machine..... Ya plug it in, stand on it, or, sit in chair, put your feet on it. And, it vibrates like crazy.
I'm pickin' up good vibrations.
Hope you do too...........
Love, Victurd
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