Refrigerator Romance (Oh Baby, Oh Girl)
JC Chasez, Veit Renn, Leif Garret
I saw you humping down the street.
Even though I was checkin' out your booty, I was hopin' our eyes would meet.
You're makin' my heart dance and sing
So why don't you slap my hot arms and make it sting
Oh baby -- oh baby
It's been three minutes since I was last in love
You're making my hair rise like a soaring dove
So why don't you get in the back of my Volvo and let's go for a drive
We'll listen to some Sting and let our desire thrive
Oh baby -- oh baby
You make me feel like a dog and I'd walk eleven miles just to be near you
It doesn't matter that I'm a Mennonite and you're a Jew
So take off your skirt and let me see you dance
This night is filled with refrigerators and romance
Oh baby - oh baby
Sundance Heartbreak
J. Bass, Garth Brooks
I met him at Sundance in January;
I can still recall that charcoal suit he wore;
We romped in a little room next to the press lounge,
and the next morning I was more than a little sore;
His caller ID failed to show up on my cell phone;
He did me wrong, that agent man, and made me cry;
But who'd have thought he'd be black-listed in Hollywood by summer;
That's just what happens when a Mississippi boy says goodbye.
Cracked Foundations
C. Kirkpatrick
I feel miserable and fat
Boredom makes me ill
And that crackhead JC tears at my foundations
I feel miserable and I'm wearing an ugly hat
Dirk the Wonderferret is dragging me down to the depths of misery
I am really short
Is it because of boring people that I feel this way?
With the orange rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in a tale of Wham, far from my Club Tropicana?
I don't think so, I don't think so.
Dani Broke My Will to Live
Dani Broke My Will to Live
Dani Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Dani Broke My Will to Live
I feel miserable and old
Carson Daly rots the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable and cold
Dreads defeat my purpose and fall out
I feel miserable and old
My knees are giving out
And I'm short.
MY FRENDS A POOEM BY JOYE
J. Fatone, S. Fatone
Lansh is my frend becuz he doesnt like gurls
And becuz he alwayz has lots of kondums for me
Sumtimes I hate Justun becuz the ligal chicks like his curls
But he's my frend to, becuase he goes to clubs with me
Kris is cool to and he's really short which is good
So the hoes look rite passed him to this manly guy
When we go back to the ho-tel I mite be sporting wood
And if the stripper asks me abuot it, I won't lye
The kool thing aboot JC is that he writes muzik
And he lets me say I wrote that deep part in MSG, with the clown
Chicks dig that. And I saye "Hey, baybe, wanna see me do that Digital lick?"
And they say okay, and we get down.
My frends are the bestsest guies EVER!
O-Town Gutter
J. Timberlake, S. Combs
I'm a do it like this.
About to let loose with the deuce deuce.
Straight outta Memphis, boo
Done think my rhymes be untrue
I'm the jRt! The whitest of all time!
Fo all you hatas been throwin salt in my game
You gotz ta remember, foo, jRt be my name
Mah woman? Britney. Mah wheels? Mercedes.
Mah label? Def Jam… eh, Jive. Mah bills? Puleeze!
Coolin' in the ghetto with an ounce of chronic
Ya betta represent or I'll pull ya ovah, ruff neck
Cuz I got da skillz ta pay da motherfuckin' billz, y'all
And if I'm lyin', I'm dyin' in da gutta, y'all
Done be dissin' dis, I'll take ya out like Fat Lou
About my thug appeal there can be no doubt, boo
Fros and cornrows, I'm da blackest white man in O-town
And you step to me, I'll burn this motherfucker down.