Did you get your new Loverboy CD yet?

That does it. I will punch you in your vagina. No one knocks these lyrics!

I`m not man or machine
I`m just something in between
(Woah, oh, woah, oh)
I`m all love, a dynamo
So push the button
And let me go
(Woah, oh, woah, oh)

You want me to come alive
Just flick the
Switch into overdrive
You and me can let it be
Ready, aim, fire

Touch that dial, turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Loving every minute of it
(Loving)
Loving every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it

Come on

I got fun, you want some
I`m ever ready
Doctor love
(Woah, oh, woah, oh)

I`m antennae, aerial
I`m tuning in my control
(Woah, oh, woah, oh)

You got love
You gotta deal
You wanna drive
Then take the wheel
You and me can let it be
Ready (ready)
Aim (aim) fire

Touch that dial, turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Loving every minute of it
(Loving)
Loving every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it

Oh, you want
Me to come alive
Just flick the
Switch into overdrive
You and me can let it be
Ready (ready)
Aim (aim) fire

Touch that dial, turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Loving every minute of it
(Loving)
Loving every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it

Come on and
Touch that dial, turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space

Loving every minute of it
Loving every minute of it
(Woah, oh, woah, oh)

 

What is he singing about? [/Mikey]

 

Truly Dirk Digglerish.

 

I remember going to a Loverboy concert at the Knoxville Civic Coliseum.

Of course, I had to have a tour shirt, as did everyone else at my high school.

The baseball shirt was a weird shade of purplish pink and it read:

"Get it up
Keep it up!
In America, '83!"

Before the morning bell even started, the principal was walking around checking people's shirts, sending them home. And then he got on the intercom and went on a minor rant about those "foul, despicable Loverboy t-shirts."

God, I was so fucking cool.

 

Only the lucky ones get deals at Wal-Mart.

 

Speaking of that, I was in my local Wal-Mart here in Lower Podunk a few years ago and saw Pat Boone sitting at a table autographing copies of his new album.

Actually, he was waiting to sign copies of his new album. But nobody would buy one. Kinda felt sorry for the guy.

 

He went for a shit after that heavy metal album.