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  • Can we record it?

    December 14, 2010

  • 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.

    December 20, 2009

  • *holds up lit lighter*

    April 2, 2009

  • Man--what are you doing here?

    April 1, 2009

  • *puts bread in your jar*

    April 1, 2009

  • Sheer genius, bilby.

    You may like to listen to the Italian cover, by the talented singer/songwriter Pierangelo Bertoli.

    March 31, 2009

  • Brilliant, Bilb.

    March 31, 2009

  • *applauds loudly*

    Encore! Encore!

    *hums to self* Oh, la la la, di da da

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

    March 31, 2009

  • 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

    March 31, 2009