Mr., Mrs., Miss
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(Read only, anymore; sorry.)
Short version of rules
Without using a search engine to find one, write down at least eight words of a song containing the word (or the topic, if it's a general topic).
If it's the newest word, play once, and wait for another player to play before you go again.
On older words, you can play over and over without waiting!
43 comments:
...Mr. Jones and me
we're gonna be big stars.
---Counting Crows
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man
Play a song for me
-The version I know is by The Byrds, but I think Bob Dylan did it first?
Me and Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why you had to hide away for so long
ELO
Your mama's still the only other woman for me,
Little Miss Magic, whatcha gonna be?
Jimmy Buffett
Please Mr Postman, look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me?
and here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know
Mrs. Robinson ~ Simon & Garfunkel
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream,
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
don't know who this is
Everybody's excited!
Everybody's invited!
Come along and swing that thing
It's the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Swing
Hear the clarinets tooting!
Everybody's saluting!
Come and meet the queen and king
It's the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Swing
(Cab Calloway)
Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love.
The Pointer Sisters
You gotta stop and ask Miss Belle for some of her sweet tea
Billy Currington
Mr. Adams, but, Mr. Adams,
I've been presented with a new son
By the noble stork
So I am going home to celebrate
And pop the cork
With all the Livingstons together
Back in old New York
-from "1776"
Little Miss, little Miss, little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Whatcha gonna do to get into another one of these rock and roll songs?
Spin Doctors
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today
Madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today
She is sorry to be delayed
But last evening down in Lover's Lane she strayed, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today
(Cole Porter)
Oh Mr. Sun, Sun Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on me!
On one of our kids CDs, Raffi maybe?
Well aren't you Miss America
Don't you Miss America
Won't you Miss America
Our love
Styx
For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight on trampoline
The Beatles
You should really thank Miss Brinkman
She spends so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath
And she's polishing you till you shine
Brad Paisley
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
clapping rhyme, but it does have a tune.
Please, Mister, please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Olivia Newton John
Yes on Mr. Tambourine being a Bob Dylan song, and "Mr. Sandman" was done by The Andrews Sisters, I think.
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter
Girls as sharp as her are something rare
Herman's Hermits
I'm Miss America
Crying on TV
Silver clad in satin rags
But everything's where it should be
Harry Chapin
Have you met Miss Jones?
Someone said as we shook hands
She was just Miss Jones to me
rogers and hart (Ella sings it and says "Sir Jones" but this is the original)
Please Mrs. Avery I just want to talk to her
Sylvia's Mother
Dr Hook and the Medicine Show
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
James Taylor
Mrs. Green, you're older but you're really no more clever
Things that you are thinking I am thinking I would never think at all
The Posies
The note said "Mrs. Johnson you're wearing your dresses way too high"
Harper Valley P.T.A.
Mr Shylock was stingy
I was miserly too
Rogers and Hart "I've Got Five Dollars"
Hey, Mr. Producer!
I'm talking to you, sir
I don't need a lot
Only what I got
Plus a tube of greasepaint
And a follow spot
I'm just a broadway baby
Looking for a nice man
Like a Ziegfeld or a Weissman
And a great big broadway show
(Stephen Sondheim)
Mr Rabbit Mr Rabbit You're ears are mighty long
"Yes doncha know they were put on wrong
Every little soul's gotta shine shine
Every little soul's gotta shine along"
Pete Seeger sings it
Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder
It's the truth, it's actual
Everything is satisfactual
Zip-a-dee-do-dah
from Disney's Song of the South
Hello mr. man.
You didn't think I'd come back.
You didn't think I'd show up with my army and this ammunition on my back.
Right Through You by Alanis Morisette
I'm sorry, Miss Jackson
I am for real
Outkast
No problem! I'll repeat it here but of course it fits in the "Man" category too. You are a zealous blog mistress! Ellen (nursescrubs)
Sisters, sisters
There were never such devoted sisters
Lord help the mister
Who comes between me and my sister
But Lord help the sister
Who comes between me and my man!
(Irving Berlin)
My first name ain't baby
It's Janet - Miss Jackson if you're nasty!
Janet Jackson (of course)
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown
And things seem hard or tough...
Monty Python, "Galaxy Song" (thanks to it being on the "Life" play list, I've just heard this!)
The sign says I'm Miss Byrd
And that's my name
I'm one of those people that all look the same
At work I'm hardly seen
I come and go
But I know something that people don't know
Everyone who sees me thinks
That I'm that dull Miss Byrd
I could blow that myth apart
But I don't say a word
(Maltby/Shire)
Mister Moonlight
You came to me ....
The Beatles (I don't remember it well, but wanted to make sure it was posted)
Don't put your daughter on the stage
Mrs. Worthington
Don't put your daughter on the stage
The profession is overcrowded
And the strugle's pretty tough
And admitting the fact
That she's burning to act
Isn't quite enough
She has nice hands
(To give the wretched girl her due)
But don't you think her bust is too
Developed for her age?
I repeat, Mrs. Worthington
Sweet Mrs. Worthington,
Don't put your daughter on the stage.
(Noel Coward)
No dewey young miss who keeps resisting
All the while she keeps insisting
From the music man - the sadder but wiser girl
Mister Horrible says, "I don't mind.
The thing that bothers me is someone keeps moving my chair"
They might be Giants, "Someone keeps moving my chair"
Hey, there, mister
You better hide your sister
'Cause the fleet's in
Hey, there, mister
Don't say nobody's kissed her
'Cause the fleet's in
(Schertzinger/Mercer)
Make her drink a Mickey Finn
Nobody loves you
'I love you, Miss Hannigan'
"Hard Knock Life," Annie
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