some suggestions please
some suggestions please
there is none. you should never have your family sing along to any song. what is wrong with you man?
anything by Elton John
Slayer - God Hates Us All
Try Phish's "Slip, Stitch, and Pass". I listened to this during a 36 hour trek across the country (along with a ridiculous number of other CDs).... forgot how awesome this CD is! It's funny, but cool (won't drive the parents batty). Really, any of Phish's CD are great.
Motown Hits or the Big Chill are good CDs. If all else fails, turn on the radio.
CCR greatest hits
The Sound Of Music Soundtrack
"High on a hill with a lonely goata...."
Colours Are Brighter.
You can order it through Amazon UK. Songs include Go Go Ninja Dinosaur and The Monkeys Broke Out of the Zoo.
They Might Be Giants - Here Come the ABC's
Order them today and you should have them by next Friday.
"Sing Along with Mitch"
The name says it all.
http://www.amazon.com/Sing-Along-Mitch-Miller-Gang/dp/B0000024QD
100 bottles of beer on the wall....SYKE
"2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted"
(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)
[Snoop] Up out of there
[Tupac] (chuckles)
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Snoop] Pump that up G
[Tupac] Ahh shit, you done f***ed up now --
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
You done put two of America's
most wanted in the same
motherf***in place at the same
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
motherf***in time, hahahahah
Y'all niggaz about to feel this
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
and the motherf***in condoms
Have one on us aight??
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop]
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my f***in homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherf***ers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish
I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherf***er
Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherf*** the rest, two of the best from the West side
And I can make you famous
Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, motherf***in G's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
[Chorus:]
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party...
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin but a
motherf***in gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin but a
motherf***in gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop]
Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards f*** wit me
I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy motherf***ers who can fade the Thugs
(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin
Everybody in the party doin dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Schemes for currency and doe related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
[Chorus (w/ variations to end)]
Herman's Hermits "Henry the 8th"
"second verse, same as the first" so there's no reason the next 60 verses can't be the same.
Any Johnny Cash greatest hits compilation will work.
general - Disneys greatest hits
50's - American Graffiti soundtrack
60's - Beatles 62-66
70's - John Denver greatest hits vol 1
80's - Abba Gold
90's and 00's - nothing
Our kids request this CD over and over and over...I don't mind it either:
The original "Cajun for Kids" is what we have.
Other than that, it's individual songs: YMCA, Rivers of Babylon (Boney M), Wonderboy (Tenacious D), Cowboy (Kid Rock w/ bleeped cusswords)
One - Metallica
Actually, as someone mentioned, Creedence's greatest hits is a good pick
beach boys greatest hits cd
Don Mclean
A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile and I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while but February made me shiver with every paper I delivered, bad news on the door step, I couldn't take one more step, I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride but something touched me deep inside, the day, the music, died. So...
CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.
Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so, and do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him cuz I saw you dancin in the gym you both kicked off your shoes and I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck with a pink carnation and a pick up truck but I knew I was out of luck, the day, the music, died. I started singin...
Chorus
Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rollin stone but that's not how it used to be, when the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me, oh and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown the courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned, and while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges in the dark, the day, the music, died. We were singin...
Chorus
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin fast, its the land that falled on the grass the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast, now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching tune we all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance oh as the players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield do you recall what was revealed, the day, the music, died. We started singin...
Chorus
Oh and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again, so come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick because fire is the devils only friend, oh and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clinched in fists of rage, no angel born in hell could break that satan's spell and as the planes climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial right I saw satan laughing with delight, the day, the music, died. He was singin...
Chorus
I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned away, I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before but the man there said the music wouldn't play and in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken and the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the day, the music, died, and they were singin...
Chorus
They were singin... Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die.
blues bros soundtrack