The Real Buffalo Joe

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Well, you know I could never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Well, what's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers, is drivin' me up a wall And everytime I think I can sleep, some fool has got to call Well don't you think that when I come home, I just want a little peace of mind If you want to talk about the business buddy, you're just wastin' time So, don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So, don't ask me about my business And I won't tell you goodbye I said don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away If you want to talk fishin, well I guess that'll be okay.

I don't care what your politics are. Eric Trump just looks like the guy that talks down the other kids at the ski resort whose parents only make $20,000,000 a year.

Well East coast girls are hip I really dig those styles they wear And the Southern girls with the way they talk They knock me out when I'm down there The Mid-West farmer's daughters really make you feel alright And the Northern girls with the way they kiss They keep their boyfriends warm at night I wish they all could be California girls I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California girls

I really love you baby, I love what you've got Let's get together, we can get hot No more tomorrow, baby time is today Girl, I can make you feel okay No place for hidin' baby, no place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun You can't forget me baby, don't try to lie You'll never leave me, mama, so don't try I'll be a gambler, baby lay down the bet We get together, mama you'll sweat No place for hidin' baby, no place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, love gun

In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin' And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singin' Then I headed down the street And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound Of a sleepin' city sidewalk And Sunday mornin' comin' down (I was gonna post this exact song, but then I thought of the other one and it made me laugh right out loud at work. For the record, that's Hey Ya from Outkast. And I did google, copy, and paste it to make sure I had the right amount of Alrights in there.)

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I don't think Bon Jovi himself wanted to move to Toronto. He just wanted the fun of owning an NFL team. But the fact that he was leaching on to people who clearly wanted the team in Canada is what bugged people. Even if he wanted to keep the team in Buffalo, he was only gonna be like 1/3 ownership so it didn't really matter.

My favorite part of any monster movie is when they have this 200 foot monster that's already destroyed a bridge and a few skyscrapers, but they think an M-16 is gonna bring them down.

Maybe I'm just holding a grudge, but anybody from Buffalo who still supports Bon Jovi should pack their bags and leave. And I agree on the Journey part. I was surprised to read that Journey was actually a spinoff group from a few guys who were in Santana.

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at the morning driving rain But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash It's a gas, gas, gas

The best things in life are free But you can keep them for the birds and bees Now give me money That's what I want That's what I want, yeah That's what I want

Sail on Sail on my little honey bee, sail on Sail on Sail on my little honey bee, sail on You gonna keep on sailing Till you lose your happy home Sail on Sail on my little honey bee, sail on Sail on Sail on my little honey bee, sail on I don't mind you sailing But please don't sail so long All right, little honey bee I hear a lotta buzzing Sound like my little honey bee I hear a lotta buzzing Sound like my little honey bee She been all around the world making honey But now she is coming back home to me

I've always been agianst the Shout song after FGs. Unless it's like a ridiculous 50+ yarder. If this absolutely has to happen though, a good compromise would be to play just the last part of it. From the first "Hey-ay-ay-ay."

I got a girl she lives cross town She's the one that really gets down when she boogie She do the tube snake boogie Well now, boogie, little baby Boogie-woogie all night long I got a gal, she lives on the block She kinda funky with her pink and black socks, she likes to boogie She do the tube snake boogie Well now, boogie-woogie baby Boogie-woogie all night long

Cause baby we'll be At the drive-in In the old man's Ford Behind the bushes Until' I'm screamin' for more Down the basement Lock the cellar door And baby Talk dirty to me

If you're havin' trouble with the high school head He's givin' you the blues You want to graduate but not in 'is bed Here's what you gotta do Pick up the phone I'm always home Call me any time Just ring 36 24 36 hey I lead a life of crime Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap

Up with the sun, gone with the wind, She always said I was lazy. Leaving my home, leaving my friends, Running when things get too crazy. Out to the road, out 'neath the stars, Feeling the breeze, passin' the cars. Women have come, women have gone, Everyone trying to cage me. Some were so sweet, I barely got free, Others, they only enraged me. Sometimes at night, I see their faces, I feel the traces they've left on my soul. Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul, I tell you, those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul. Travelin' man, love when I can, Turn loose my hand 'cause I'm goin'. Travelin' man, love when I can, But sooner or later I'm goin' on. Travelin' man, travelin' man.

The Cars were always too poppy for me, along with Journey. I am a Tom Petty fan, but can see where you're coming from.

A few reasons. Journey isn't a good fit to open for the Rolling Stones. They're almost a pop band as opposed to the Stones being a harder rock. Second, Journey's somehow gained this new found almost ironic nostalgia. I think it started with The Sopranos, and now, for better or worse, they're probably more popular now than back when Steve Perry was with the band. Third, the "Classic Rock" format changes. It's for the middle aged guys. So back 10-20 years ago, the middle aged people were teenagers in the 60s-70s, now they were teenagers in the 70s-early 90s.

Are polls like this used for any actual analyzed data that the station uses to decide what their demographic listens to?

'm gonna write a little letter Gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today You know, my temperature's risin' And the jukebox blows a fuse My heart's beatin' rhythm And my soul keeps on singin' the blues Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news

Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat At night he becomes a bartender He works at Mister Cacciatore's down On Sullivan Street Across from the medical center He's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac You oughta know by now And if he can't drive With a broken back At least he can polish the fenders It seems such a waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama if that's movin' up Then I'm movin' out I'm movin' out

They say the joint was rocking Going round and round Yeah reeling and a rocking What a crazy sound Well they never stop a rocking Until the moon went down Oh it sound so sweet Gotta take me a chance Rose out of my seat Just had to dance Started moving my feet Well and clapping my hands

Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it wouldn't last Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass Get back, get back Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back Get back to where you once belonged Get back Jojo, go home