pianistan

Prolagus Can we record it? Dec 14, 2010

ruzuzu That's so weird... when I was about 5 or 6, I was convinced that I'd heard something on the radio about a country called "Pianostan." Nobody believed me. Now, after all this time, I realize I'd just been spelling it incorrectly. Thank you, fellow wordnikistanis. Dec 20, 2009

dontcry *holds up lit lighter* Apr 1, 2009

reesetee Man--what are you doing here? Apr 1, 2009

pterodactyl *puts bread in your jar* Apr 1, 2009

Prolagus Sheer genius, bilby.
You may like to listen to the Italian cover, by the talented singer/songwriter Pierangelo Bertoli. Mar 31, 2009

rolig Brilliant, Bilb. Mar 31, 2009

reesetee *applauds loudly*

Encore! Encore!

*hums to self* Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum. . . . Mar 31, 2009

bilby A republic of Central Asia known mostly for its anthemic national song:

It's nine o'clock in a rubbish war
The regular crowd fills the yurt
There's an old man who's a crushin' bore
Makin' love to his mare's yoghurt

He says, 'Bilb, can you make me a molotov
I'm not really sure how it's built
But it's sadly apropoz and I made'em for lov'
When I wore a younger man's guilt.'

la la la, di da da
La la, di di da da dum

Chorus:
Bring us a bomb, for Pianistan
Bring us a bomb, tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a Molotov
And you've got incendiary birthright

Now Sion at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my plastic for free
And he's quick with a cat, and he'll light up some scat
But Madrid's where he'd rather be
He says, "Bilb, I believe this is lampooning me."
As his smile ran away from his tail
"Well I'm sure that I could be a hysterctomy
If only fox didn't equal Epic Fail."

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Now Ptero is a hyper-glurge novelist
Who never had time for a life
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still barfin' up gravy
And probably will be condemned forever to make wan Sco''ish jokes och aye the noo aboot East Fiiiiiiiiiiife

And the frogapplause is practicing comic strips
As the arms dealers slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a fault they call lack-o'-wits
But it's better than explodin' alone

Chorus:
Bring us a bomb, for Pianistan
Bring us a bomb, tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a Molotov
And you've got incendiary birthright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Slobberday
And the manager avoids me by miles
'Cause he knows that it's me for whom they list Specific Wee
To forget about their piles for some whiles
And Pianistan, it sounds like a barnacle
And the nightclub stinks of verdigris
And they howl like the jackal, stuff Arafat in their tackle
And demamd, "Bro, are you OGM free?"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Chorus:
Bring us a bomb, for Pianistan
Bring us a bomb, tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a Molotov
And you've got incendiary birthright Mar 31, 2009