Greatest Opening Lines to a song

[LWashington]

Ag-a-doo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree.

Its the time of year,
Now that Spring is in the air,
When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair

 

[LWashington]

I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin,
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking,
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit,
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

 

[LWashington]

Son, I'm thirty,
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty

 

[Deepest Blue]

Antiques!
Every other sentiment's an antique
As obsolete as warships in the Baltic
I'm driving on a straight road it never alters
And the radio serenades but doesn't falter
You offer infrared instead of sun
You offer paper spoons and bubble gum


"Faron Young" Prefab Sprout

 

[KS55]

I always wondered why was it " cuntry boner" instead of " country boner" for a long time and then one day it finally clicked.

From Hamlet by big BS.
Hamlet to Ophelia: My head upon your lap…….Did you think I mean country matters?

 

[KS55]

Dum dum dum dummy do wah,
Oo yea yea yea ah,
O woah woah woah-oh-oh ah-a
Only the lonely.

 

[Really_here]

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

 

[surprisedbygrass]

Long distance information, give me Memphis, Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall

 

[Out on blue 6]

I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe
Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: 'You're too smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager'
He was the manager
Eat why'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat why'self fitter

 

[Manc baggie]

Stood still on a highway I saw a woman by the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own, reflected in my window
Well, she walked up to my quarter light and she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadows
She said: Son, what are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me in my grave
I said: Mama, I come to the valley of the rich, myself to sell
She said: Son, this is the road to hell