In The Van – Bjamaplatasaurus
How many people could we fit?
How many kittens could we fit?
How many monkeys could we fit?
How many in the van? (In The Van)
How many singers could we fit?
How many drummers could we fit?
How many guitarists could we fit?
How many in the van? (In The Van)
It would depend on the size and volume and how tightly we pack
And of course if any bears were to attack
RAWR!
How many cellphones could we fit?
How many rotary phones could we fit?
How many pay phones could we fit?
How many in the van? (In The Van)
This is an age old question, I'm glad we could explore
We now know the answer is 2 so we don't need to question anymore.
Meow Meow
2 is how many we could fit
2 is how many we could fit
2 is how many we could fit
2 is how many we could fit in the van
In The Van
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Bjam
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1688
- Joined: Mon Sep 27, 2004 3:24 pm
- Instruments: Singin', Guitarin', Mandolinin'
- Location: Atlanta, GA
In The Van
Songfighter since back in the day.
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Ratt Poizon
- de Gaulle
- Posts: 122
- Joined: Sun Mar 27, 2005 1:57 pm
- Instruments: 6 string, 7 sting, sitar, and bass guitar. Drum Machine. Pint Glass.
- Recording Method: Milwaukee's Best, 1989 Tascam midistudio 688 (cassette), E-Mu Px7, and that's about it.
- Location: Mayor of TuffTown (clearfield, pa)
- Contact:
In the Van
(RattPoizon)
There's a man in the Van
driving across the land
doing things that I don't understand
this man in the van
is driving with one hand
and I think that his name is dan
Dan in the van
Driving with one hand
in the other's a coors light can
playing in the van
Van Halen band
to help keep his attention span
winston is the brand
that dan does demand
especially when he's driving in his van
this girl named joanne
in the ku klux klan
she likes to eat marzipan
solo (i guess)
here comes a young man
bandana man
driving an off-white sedan
no one gives a damn
he spent more than he can
compared to what dan spent on his van
it's a nice van, I like it
it's a good van
it's tan, dans van
I wish I could ride in it
it's a nice one
I think it's a dodge
I like those
they're nice
(RattPoizon)
There's a man in the Van
driving across the land
doing things that I don't understand
this man in the van
is driving with one hand
and I think that his name is dan
Dan in the van
Driving with one hand
in the other's a coors light can
playing in the van
Van Halen band
to help keep his attention span
winston is the brand
that dan does demand
especially when he's driving in his van
this girl named joanne
in the ku klux klan
she likes to eat marzipan
solo (i guess)
here comes a young man
bandana man
driving an off-white sedan
no one gives a damn
he spent more than he can
compared to what dan spent on his van
it's a nice van, I like it
it's a good van
it's tan, dans van
I wish I could ride in it
it's a nice one
I think it's a dodge
I like those
they're nice
"a guitar-induced brain hemorrhage" -The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
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Manhattan Glutton
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1530
- Joined: Tue Feb 15, 2005 12:10 pm
- Instruments: Angst
- Recording Method: REAPER
- Location: Madison, WI
- Contact:
In The Van - Manhattan Glutton
In the van, in the van
I'm the man in the van
Doers do and planners plan
I'm the man in the van
Got no skill up on this hill
My caffeine pill gives me a thrill
Bored for two and have four eyes
Damn the Man, and his lies
When your phone rings I'll be there outside your house to listen
Writing down all that you say and send it to the man
In the van, in the van
I'm the man in the van
Doers do and planners plan
I'm the man in the van
Damn the man, damn the man, damn the man
Business man, lawyer man, tax man
When the phone rings I'll be there outside your house to listen
Writing down all that you say and send it to the man
If you have something to say I will be there to hear it
Don't bother with a lawyer cause you're in deep shit
With the man, the man, in the van. The Man.
You're going to Guantanamo, in the van, with the man. The Man.
In the van, in the van
I'm the man in the van
Doers do and planners plan
I'm the man in the van
In the van, in the van
I'm the man in the van
Doers do and planners plan
I'm the man in the van
Got no skill up on this hill
My caffeine pill gives me a thrill
Bored for two and have four eyes
Damn the Man, and his lies
When your phone rings I'll be there outside your house to listen
Writing down all that you say and send it to the man
In the van, in the van
I'm the man in the van
Doers do and planners plan
I'm the man in the van
Damn the man, damn the man, damn the man
Business man, lawyer man, tax man
When the phone rings I'll be there outside your house to listen
Writing down all that you say and send it to the man
If you have something to say I will be there to hear it
Don't bother with a lawyer cause you're in deep shit
With the man, the man, in the van. The Man.
You're going to Guantanamo, in the van, with the man. The Man.
In the van, in the van
I'm the man in the van
Doers do and planners plan
I'm the man in the van
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WeaselSlayer
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1592
- Joined: Tue Dec 14, 2004 5:13 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, keyboard
- Recording Method: Garageband, laptop mic
- Submitting as: Luke Henley
- Location: Tucson, AZ
- Contact:
In the Van
lyrics by Luke Henley
music by Anarchy in the KKK
In the van.
Fuck the man.
In the van.
No one understands.
Driving too fast but still under the radar.
My little brother bartends in a gay bar.
And gets groped for tips cuz he can’t flash his tits
and you’re teeing off every morning like you’re Bob fucking Hope.
I’ll firebomb your lawn and you’ll beat your kids,
cuz somebody’s got to pay for this.
But we’re already 3 states ahead.
All the way livin’ we’ll never be dead.
In the van.
Fuck the man.
In the van.
No one understands.
Hit a fuckin’ deer on the way to Minnesota.
Left it at a Christmas party in North Dakota.
You’ve been lookin’ really stressed trying to meet your quota.
Or maybe it’s the dead deer that we left at your Christmas party.
Hope is dead.
The world is crying out,
“Heal my wounds I’ve got a Walgreens growing on the
side of my face
I can’t get away
I wanna tear off my own skin.
I wanna cleanse myself of sin.â€
lyrics by Luke Henley
music by Anarchy in the KKK
In the van.
Fuck the man.
In the van.
No one understands.
Driving too fast but still under the radar.
My little brother bartends in a gay bar.
And gets groped for tips cuz he can’t flash his tits
and you’re teeing off every morning like you’re Bob fucking Hope.
I’ll firebomb your lawn and you’ll beat your kids,
cuz somebody’s got to pay for this.
But we’re already 3 states ahead.
All the way livin’ we’ll never be dead.
In the van.
Fuck the man.
In the van.
No one understands.
Hit a fuckin’ deer on the way to Minnesota.
Left it at a Christmas party in North Dakota.
You’ve been lookin’ really stressed trying to meet your quota.
Or maybe it’s the dead deer that we left at your Christmas party.
Hope is dead.
The world is crying out,
“Heal my wounds I’ve got a Walgreens growing on the
side of my face
I can’t get away
I wanna tear off my own skin.
I wanna cleanse myself of sin.â€