re: Post a lyric that gives away the song, without saying the title or band

Well she was just seventeen
And you know what I mean

how does it feel?

I was born in the backseat of a Greyhound bus rolling down Highway 41

History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man

Some folks are born made to wear the flag oooh they're red, white, and blue

I woke up this morning and got myself a beer
the future's uncertain and the end is always near

My name's John Lee Pettimore
same as my father and his father before

Thunder only happens when it's raining
players only love you when they're playing

Does she walk, does she talk, does she come complete

And if the real thing don't do the trick
you better make up something quick

It's a nice day to start again

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose

I'm not dumb but I can't understand how she walks like a woman and talks like a man

Whiskey bottles, brand new car, oak tree you're in my way

we were doubly blessed, we were barely seventeen and we were barely dressed

Just like the white winged dove sings a song sounds like she's singing

Lost faces say we adore you, as kings and queens bow and play for you

We don't need no education

Nothing really matters anyone can see
nothing really matters to me

The sunshine bores the daylight out of me

Watch what you say they'll be calling you a radical, a liberal, a fanatical, a criminal

I'll just see you around

And when I go there I go there with you, it's all I can do

Have you seen junior's grades?

Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals

I can see no sense of measure, no illusion as we take
refuge in young man's pleasure, breaking down the dreams we made real

She had a west coast strut as sweet as molasses


(I did this alphabetically but I got stuck on X since I don't know any lyrics from X or XTC and I don't want to use the cheat code that is Wikilyrics.)

"He came from somewhere back in her long ago..."

East L.A. at midnight, papa won’t be home tonight, found dead with his best friends wife.

Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerer of death’s construction...
In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning...
Death and hatred to mankind, poisoning their brainwashed minds...
Oh Lord Yeah!!

Country music singers...

Look in my eyes, what do you see?

But the kid is not my son.

"Her tits were shakin' 'til the middle of the night!"



I wonder how many of you will get this one. It's one of my favorite lyrics because it packs so much meaning into a short line:

"Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty"