Hello Kitty M/C

[dales]

[MajGenl.Meade]

Shouldn't this be in software?

[Gob]

I think Dales and his motorbike look cute.

[Bicycle Bill]

You realize of course that out of any motorcyclist you would ever meet, this guy is gonna be the biggest bad-ass of them all?
He'd have to be, to be able to get away with riding that bike and wearing that outfit.

-"BB"-

[MajGenl.Meade]

Probably end up with the biggest ass all right

[oldr_n_wsr]

Not my style of MC, but anyone who rides is ok in my book.

Ride safe.

[Gob]

You realize of course that out of any motorcyclist you would ever meet, this guy is gonna be the biggest bad-ass of them all?

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

[MajGenl.Meade]

Gosh-durnit, must you continually post these gosh-durn lyrics every gosh-durn time that have nothing to gosh-durn do with the gosh-durn topic?

Huh?

[MG McAnick]

Besides, Johnny Cash spelled it wrong. It was supposed to be "Boy Named Sioux".

[Bicycle Bill]

Besides, Johnny Cash spelled it wrong. It was supposed to be "Boy Named Sioux".

Johnny Cash didn't write it, he only sang it.  Lyrics and music are from the fertile yet warped mind (not that this is necessarily a bad thing) of the late Shel Silverstein.

-"BB"-

[Jarlaxle]

Besides, Johnny Cash spelled it wrong. It was supposed to be "Boy Named Sioux".

Johnny Cash didn't write it, he only sang it.  Lyrics and music are from the fertile yet warped mind (not that this is necessarily a bad thing) of the late Shel Silverstein.

-"BB"-

And that is not even the SECOND-weirdest song Silverstein wrote.

[MG McAnick]

Besides, Johnny Cash spelled it wrong. It was supposed to be "Boy Named Sioux".

Johnny Cash didn't write it, he only sang it.  Lyrics and music are from the fertile yet warped mind (not that this is necessarily a bad thing) of the late Shel Silverstein.

-"BB"-

And that is not even the SECOND-weirdest song Silverstein wrote.

OK guys, it was a joke.
I apologize to the estate of Mr Silverstein.

[Bicycle Bill]

Well, I know quite a few of the songs Silverstein had written and had gotten recorded (either by himself or by others) and can think of two or three that would indeed relegate "Boy Named Sue" to 'SECOND-weirdest' status.  I was just trying to think of which specific song you may have had in mind.

-"BB"-

[Jarlaxle]

Freakin' at the Freakers' Ball[/b] by Dr. Hook.

[Econoline]

YES! Dr. Hook even left out a few lines that were in Silverstein's original...e.g.:

• Plaster casters, castin' their plasters,
  Master baiters, baitin' their masters,
  'Cross the floor and up the wall...

Here's another truly weird one of his, performed by the late, great, Steve Goodman:

[liberty]

You realize of course that out of any motorcyclist you would ever meet, this guy is gonna be the biggest bad-ass of them all?

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

I thought you didn’t like country music?

I like the song, but like I said to my wife why didn’t the guy just change his name. My wife says it is just a song stop analyzing everything.