December 23 is the 357th day of the year (358th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are eight days remaining until the end of the year.
Darlene Love (née Wright; born July 26, 1941 ) is an American popular music singer and actress. She gained prominence in the 1960s for the song "He's a Rebel," a #1 American single in 1962, and was part of the Phil Spector stable that produced a celebrated Christmas album in 1963.
Darlene Wright was born in 1938 (according to some sources). She began singing with her local church choir in Hawthorne, California. While still in high school (1959) she was invited to join a little-known girl group called The Blossoms, who in 1962 began working with producer Phil Spector. With her powerful voice she was soon a highly sought-after vocalist, and managed to work with many of the legends of 1950s and 1960s rock and soul, including Sam Cooke, Dionne Warwick, The Beach Boys, Elvis Presley, Tom Jones and Sonny and Cher; Darlene and the Blossoms sang back-up vocals on the Shelley Fabares hit "Johnny Angel", Sharon Marie (Esparza) (a Brian Wilson act), as well as John Phillips' solo album John, Wolfking of L.A., recorded in 1969. They also appeared on Johnny Rivers' hits, including "Poor Side of Town" and Motown covers "Baby I Need Your Loving" and "The Tracks of My Tears". (The Blossoms recorded singles, usually with little success, on Capitol 1957-58 [pre-Darlene Love], Challenge 1961-62, OKeh 1963, Reprise 1966-67, Ode 1967, MGM 1968, Bell 1969-70, and Lion 1972.)
Well if a DC-10 fell on your head
And you're laying on the ground all messy and dead
Or a mack truck ran over you
Or you suddenly died in your Sunday pew!
CHORUS
Do you know where you're gonna go!
Do you know where you're gonna go!
Do you know where you're gonna go!
It could happen any day It could happen anywhere
It could happen while you're napping in your easy chair
It could happen at home It could happen at school
It could happen while your rappin like a rappin fool
REPEAT CHORUS
Your head is hurting and you take a pill
You truthfully think its Advil
But what you don't know is your girlfriend lied
And she just gave you cyanide!
REPEAT CHORUS
You better believe there'll be a price
It was paid in full by Jesus Christ!
(He died for you)
Do you know
Do you know
Do you know where you will go?
If a DC-10 ever fell on your head
Laying in the ground all messy and dead
Or a Mack truck run over you
Or you suddenly die in your Sunday pew
Do you know where you're gonna go
It can happen any day
It can happen any way
It can happen while you're nappin' in your easy chair
Happen at home
Happen at school
Happen while you're scattin' like a scattin' fool
CHORUS
Do you know where you're gonna go
Do you know where you're gonna go
Do you know where you're gonna go
Straight to Heaven
Or down the hole?
CHORUS
747 fell out of Heaven
Crashed through the roof of a 7-11
You're working on a slurpee
Things get hazy
Reach for a twinkie now you're pushing up daisies?
Instrumental
Mmmm, I'm back for the payback, black
Ready to attack, so to your jaw I start to mack
Its the mutherfucking Compton psycho
So suckers who be sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo
You'll play the bitch and I'll play the pimp
Then I'll be pimping your ass to make money real fast
Cause to the homies you just don't hit
Can't get juice with that doo-wap pop shit
Geah nigga, I just won't quit
My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit
Try to diss fool and I'll shut you down
Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown
So now I gots to break my mutherfucking foot off
In your ass because you came back too soft
They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2
Now watch me fuck up your program
And you'll be saying 'damn I lost my luck.'
Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker
By the Compton gangsta of rap. Raised in the hood
Always up to no good
I need to peel a cap, so I kill some
Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun
You come fake, fuck with Eiht, you gots no clout
Keep talking shit as I buss your fucking mouth
Now fool what kinda move was that?
I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy I'm quick to pull the gatt
Claiming my city, oh what a pity
And the way you shout out just sounds shitty
So nigga, slow your mutherfucking roll
Fuck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole
So gather up your homies, him him and him and you
Geah, its the duck sick 2
I dont beleive it, another mutherfucker
On the rap shelf done fucked hisself
Just squeezed in like a bitch
I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch
I just can't figure
How the punk ever think he could fuck this nigga
Your short, shorter than short, sorry punk
Still blast that ass when the Ides got me drunk
Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking
Too soon punk or Eiht'll start fucking
Your weak old shit that wont last
You won't hang as I slap your bitch ass
So get ready, cause its your mutherfucking calling
You and your wack ass crews 'll start falling
Geah drop your knees, because we ain't through
Get a grip, do it quick, the mutherfucking duck sick 2
[Hank Ballard & The Midnighters]
She's doing the hoochi coochi coo
They're swirling in the kitchen
I know she'll get a licking
For doing the hoochi coochi coo
Hey, mama, you better come real quick
Tell papa to bring a hickory stick
She's shaking like she's breaking
And I know she'll soon be aching
From doing the hoochi coochi coo
She's spinning like a top
Shimmying with that steady rock
Dipping up and down
Then she go, round
Round and round
Hey, mama, what you you gonna do
Hey, mama, just look at little Sue
They're swishing in the kitchen
I know she'll get a licking
For doing the hoochi coochi coo
Spinning like a top
Shimmying with that steady rock
Dipping up and down
Then she go, round
Round and round
Hey, mama, what you you gonna do
Hey, mama, look at little Sue
They're swishing in the kitchen
I know she'll get a licking
I can't understand why my life
Would warrant discussion or gossip
My conquests and accomplishments are minimal
It's like some new false language
I can't understand
Maybe I wasn't really listening
You see I don't speak for the sake of speaking
I speak from the heart, my words reveal me
That's why I have nothing to say to you
It's amusing that you consider yourself
Some great reward... Oh,
so beautiful... So precious... astounding
And if I caused you distress in your life
It's because I've deemed yours worthless
I think nothing of chewing you up
And spitting you out Because I consider you nothing.
Alive
I'm alive
I'm a lie
I am awake
I've awoken
I denounce you
I forgive you
I am reborn
You always said you'd be there
To pick me up when I fell down
Your out-stretched hand, enclosed in mine
And I took you right down
You knew some day I wouldn't be there
I knew I'd kick you in the ass
I just couldn't stand to see you disrespect yourself,
To destroy yourself,
Do you know
Do you know
Do you know where ya gonna go?
If a DC-10 ever fell on your head
Laying in the ground all messy and dead
Or a Mack truck run over you
Or you suddenly die in your Sunday pew
Do you know where you're gonna go
It can happen any day
It can happen any way
It can happen while you're nappin' in your easy chair
Happen at home
Happen at school
Happen while you're scattin' like a scattin' fool
I say do you know where ya gonna go?
CHORUS
Do you know where you're gonna go
Do you know where you're gonna go
Do you know where you're gonna go
Straight to Heaven
Or down the hole?
CHORUS
747 fell out of Heaven
Crashed through the roof of a 7-11
You're working on a Slurpee
Things get hazy
Reach for the Twinkie now you're pushing up daisies
I hardly even knew you You called me on the phone You took me to a movie Now you wanna drive me home I won't deny I like it But you push it just a bit too hard Yeah, yeah
You tell me that you love me I've heard it all before I really like your stories But now I'm gonna shut the door Don't put your arms around me Confusion is in my heart
Well, you see, I can't defend against your touch I'm afraid I got to like you a little too much
It's my female intuition Protects me against your charms But it drives me into your arms My female intuition (Oh, yeah) The woman in me does some checkin' On the man in you
All the girls they tell me Tell me you're no good Guess they're all so jealous Other I don't think they would But there's a voice inside me Telling me to not let go Yeah, yeah
It's a competition All the girls in town I'll use my ammunition 'Cause I wanna wear the crown So you better believe me Boy, I'm gonna tie you down
Well, you see, I can't defend against your touch I'm afraid I got to like you a little too much
It's my female intuition (Intuition) Protects me against your charms but it drives me into your arms My female intuition (Mmm) The woman in me does some checkin' On the man in you
It's my female intuition (Mmm) Protects me against your charms but it drives me into your arms My female intuition (Intuition) The woman in me does some checkin' On the man in you You
Lovers come and lovers go It's something every woman knows Ever since you came my way I'm doing everything to make you stay
Ooohooo Ooohooo Ooohooo Ooohooo
It's my female intuition (Intuition) Protects me against your charms but it drives me right into your arms My female intuition (Mmm) The woman in me does some checkin' On the man in you