Hayley, you’re right. But “Amore” is easier to rhyme, and “Notte” doesn’t rhyme with any enormous, steel-jawed, death-dealing stealth sea predators. Wait is there a shark species called “Potte”?
love the lyrics, here’s a few more
when you swim in the bay
just don’t get in his way that’s a moray
He’s a sausage with teeth that will hide in a reef,
that’s a moray
Um, no Theo I don’t know about Godwin’s law, or Goldman’s for that matter. Besides I didn’t bring up Nazi’s I brought up a short grumpy fellow who doesn’t know the meaning of the word “inconceivable”.
“You rush a miracle man sonny, you get rotten miracles.”
Dedicated to AutieMame: When your friends come to call, to discuss “Rise and
Fall…” that’s a soiree…
We can rent a river boat, drink champagne while we
float on the Loire (eh?).”
Whee! We haz Pasketti!
Now I’m going to have “that’s amore” in my head all day! Thanks, Meg!
When I was a kid, I thought it was “That’s a Moray.” I guess I thought he was head over eels in love.
That is one happy puppeh!
When you’re stung by an eel
And that’s all you can feel
THAT’s a moray!
When your stung on the bum at a quarter to one
that’s a moray.
:snickeringks: @ the Moray gags
The moray gag I remember came from the comic strip “B.C.”:
“When an eel lunges out / and it bites off your snout / that’s a moray.”
*Giggling too much to try to add to the lyrics*
When you’re diving, keep watch
And protect yer ol’ crotch
From the moray…
That’s an impressive dog! I don’t think the Tramp in the movie ever mastered the Vertical Aerial Pasta Sloorp.
What you can’t tell from the still photo is that Jack Pasta Terrier is actually BALANCING that cooked noodle. Dog’s a kitchen ninja.
plz keep the moray lyrics coming… heestaireecals!
THAT’S MY BAAYYBEEE PUPPYYY! Great timing… Today is my boyfriend and I’s 5 year anniversary and that’s our lil pup! THAT’S AMORE!
Paralyzed, you will drool
Just like Pasta Fazool,
Signore,
Not for snorgles or sass,
Just a big ‘ol bad ass,
That’s a moray!
Not meanining to nuff, but wasn’t it “Bella Notte”? Or is there copyright worries on CO?
Copyright worries? *snort* We don’t need no stinkin’ copyright laws!!
Hayley, you’re right. But “Amore” is easier to rhyme, and “Notte” doesn’t rhyme with any enormous, steel-jawed, death-dealing stealth sea predators. Wait is there a shark species called “Potte”?
Yeah, but they’re really hard to train.
Don’t be shy
Jump right in
Have some fun
When you swim
your a morey.
Keep it real
your an eel
and you don’t
want to be
Catchitoreeeeeee!!!!!!!!
I really need to remember not to eat or drink when reading the comments on CO. I nearly choked on a chocolate covered pretzel over the “moreyisms”.
Katy…love your pup! Happy Anniversary!
Thanks Noelle!
@ Noelle
I quite drinking and reading CO at the same time some time ago for that very reason, I had to clean my screen to many times.
love the lyrics, here’s a few more
when you swim in the bay
just don’t get in his way that’s a moray
He’s a sausage with teeth that will hide in a reef,
that’s a moray
When it’s daytime TV
And your IQ is 3
That’s a Maury!
[ohgod please stop with the funny if i laugh anymore i'm gonna throw up eurghhhh - Ed.]
“Head over eels” – BWAAHAAAA!! That’s funny! From cute spaghetti puppers straight to creepy moray eels, yeah I like the way you people think.
When you swim on the reef
and you feel pointy teeth,
that’s a moray….
See http://www.ukdivers.net/life/morays.htm
My favorite line:
When you’ve had quite enough, Of this daft rhyming stuff, that’s “no more!”, eh?
He’s round and he’s fat
and he’s got a nice cat
Uncle Morie.
Ancient Romans bred them,
And on slaves they fed them,
That’s a moray!
What’s the point I ask you,
What a daft thing to do,
That’s a moray!
You can call him a beast
He won’t care in the least,
That’s a moray.
Fast as a rocket,
Your arm’s out of its socket,
That’s a moray!
When you paint Argenteuil, for le Musée de l’Orangerie, that’s a Monet?
Sorry…
AuntieMame
puts eels to shame
[now humming "Valerie Plame" by The Decemberists]
When you want to assert
That you want a dessert,
That’s a sorbet . .
Not sherbet or ice cream,
But a dieter’s dream,
It’s a sorbet.
When you go to a place
for to plunder that space
That’s a foray!
When you go to the bed
with fun thoughts in your head
Could be foreplay!
My dad used to do that spaghetti thing with his dog and he’d call it her baby bird imitation.
RIP, little Molly. tweet.
When you think you can dance
But you don’t stand a chance
Pas de bourrée
Two left feet in toe shoes
You’ve got nothing to lose
Pas de bourrée
Former housemate of mine had this to say:
When the tofu you fry
Needs some help to get by
That’s tamari…
(cheers, Rick)
*falls off chair laughing*
When he’s all toffee-nose,
And he’s nothing but pose,
That’s a Tory.
Hmm, I didn’t get that one.
It refers to the Brit
brand of upper-class twit,
It’s a Tory.
[Ah. Thank you. And don't worry, I'm trained in performing the Heimlyric Maneuver, just hold still for a moment... - Ed.]
Theresa, my love, you are full of wonderful.
Erebella, you, too are made of wonderful.
Too funny, peeps!
“No more rhymes now I mean it!”
(had to retype like 5 times because I was shaking too much with laughter)
LOVE THE COMMENTS MORE THEN THE PICTURE.COFFEE BREAK TIME HAS NEVER BEEN SO ENTERTAINING.YOU GUYS ARE GREAT
Noelle — you know how there’s a Godwin’s Law of the internet that says whoever brings up Nazis loses, and the thread’s over? Well, GOLDMAN’S LAW.
Anyone who says differently is selling something.
*delurk* My god, this thread is genius and has moved me to comment for the first time evar. You guys are brilliant. That is all. *back to lurking*
Mmmmm, mochi… [fetching chopsticks]
Um, no Theo I don’t know about Godwin’s law, or Goldman’s for that matter. Besides I didn’t bring up Nazi’s I brought up a short grumpy fellow who doesn’t know the meaning of the word “inconceivable”.
“You rush a miracle man sonny, you get rotten miracles.”
Perhaps today I shall replace all instances of “to bleen” with “to blaaaave”.
Anybody want a peanut?
(Teho, be glad I found out the singular of mores is mos.)
HA! I *am* glad. I was thinking of that one too! Unsuccessfully.
…and the opposite of mores is lesses!
to blaaaaaave…….
I can’t see straight I’m laughing so hard.
Best. Postingks. Evar.
@ Theresa (Romans breed them verse)
Thank you for putting into elegant verse what I had in my head, only could not translate into singsong.
When the fabric is pressed
For a watered-silk dress,
That’s a moiré!
CUTE! But I prefer to eat SHOOZ: http://urbzen.com/2008/11/21/weekly-henry-blast-from-the-past/
Great comments, but being a stickler for trivial detail, I must echo the previous poster’s comment that the correct song is “Bella Notte.”
This is the pup,
The slurpingous Pup,
And they call him Bella Notte…
CO’s gone all highbrow…
Our little Maltese loved fettuccine alfredo noodles and would eat them like that.
Hey!
When the noodles go slurp
With a glurpity glurp
That’s a Maltese.
Dedicated to AutieMame: When your friends come to call, to discuss “Rise and
Fall…” that’s a soiree…
We can rent a river boat, drink champagne while we
float on the Loire (eh?).”
Wow! It’s really an animal’s charm! nice.
Good job on giving your dog pancreatitis!
Good job on giving your dog pancreatitis!
WL — good job on the long-distance internet psychic veterinary prognosticating! Dead-on accurate too, I’m certain. Ooh, do me next!
When the kitteh is red
From his tail to his head,
That’s a marmie!
When his coat has the sheen
Of a ripe tangerine,
That’s a marmie!
Not bad, TUM, not bad. I must now go snorgle Mr. Bounce.
wow,thats funny he must like spaggeti.