*Foilism grabs the mic, stands in the spot light and taps his foot.*

Young man, there's no need to feel down
I said young man, pick yourself off the ground
I said young man, 'cause you're in a new town
There's no need to be unhappy

Young man, there's a place you can go
I said young man, when you're short on your dough
You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time

It's fun to stay at the YMCP
It's fun to stay at the YMCP
They have everything for young men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys

Young man, are you listening to me
I said young man, what do you want to be
I said young man, you can make real your dreams
But you've got to know that one thing

No man does it all by himself
I said young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just go there, to the YMCP
I'm sure they can help you today

It's fun to stay at the YMCP
It's fun to stay at the YMCP
They have everything for young men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys

Young man, I was once in your shoes
I said, I was down and out with the blues
I felt no man cared if I was alive
I felt the whole world was so jive

That's when someone came up to me
And said young man, take a walk up the street
There's a place there called the YMCP
They can start you back on your way

It's fun to stay at the YMCP
It's fun to stay at the YMCP
You can get yourself clean
You can have a good meal
You can do whatever you feel

Yeah that was great. Here is one other that I have. And been saving here. (Getting a mic for myself and getting three other programs up at the same time. Starts getting into the Rockapella/tronapella mood with the others three.)

Well I rise up everyone morning at a quarter to eight
Find a woman who’s my wife tells me not to be late.
I kiss the kids goodbye can’t remember their names
And week after week it’s always the same

It’s homeboys can’t you code it (Huh!)
Program it right.
Nothing ever happens to this life of mine
I’m hauling out the data on the Xerox line

Its code in the data give the keyboard a punch
Then cross correlate and break for some lunch
Correlate tabulate process and screen
Program printout regress of the means

It’s homeboys can’t you code it (Huh!)
Program it right.
Nothing ever happens to this life of mine
I’m hauling out the data on the Xerox line

Yeah It’s home again, eat again, watch some TV
Make love to my woman at 10:53
I dream the same dream when I’m sleeping at night
I’m soaring over the hills like an eagle in flight

It’s homeboys can’t you code it (Huh!)
Program it right.
Nothing ever happens to this life of mine
I’m hauling out the data on the Xerox line

Some day I’m give up all the buttons and things
I’ll punch that time clock till it can’t ring
Burn up my necktie and set myself free
Cause no one is going to fold, bend or mutilate me

It’s homeboys can’t you code it (oooohhh!)
Program it right.
Nothing ever happens to this life of mine
I’m hauling out the data on the Xerox line

It’s homeboys can’t you code it (Huh!)
Program it right.
Nothing ever happens to this life of mine
I’m hauling out the data on the Xerox line

ROCK ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Suddenly I want coffee....

This one's for YOU Neko!

This cat's on a hot tin roof

Hey what can I say. We're all talented singers aroun here. I haven't seen one from you trace?? Or did you actually had one and I didn't see it?? (Looking around to see if I may have missed the databus around here.)

It's so quiet in here it's so calm in here
it's so quiet in here
so just .....let go!
End of the World!


Talk and talk but the words don't come out
I live in a bubble I'm not allowed out
The world's a pleasure that were not allowed
like the monkey's in the Zoo we kick and scream to get out
hold my hand and I'll tell you lie's
you may come in but you won't leave alive


And I know
this is the end of the world
this is the end of the world
this is the end of
this is the end of
this is the end of the world


Call the Priest but he's already out
Smokin Crack in a Bar with panties on
Call Batman and he says there's no doubt
Were all screwed now were all headed south
hold my hand and I'll tell you lie's
you may come in but you won't leave alive


And I know
this is the end of the world
this is the end of the world
this is the end of
this is the end of
this is the end of the world

Trace Wrote:Wow! Can our boyz sing, or can our boyz sing!

Hmmm...given the evidence, it appears that our Boyz can sing

Song: You don't love me anymore

Syntax Wrote:"Weird" Al Yankovic?

No that's not me, but I'll sing his songs anyway