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Another version of the song was released in the U.S. in 1960 by singer Jamie Horton on the Joy label. It reached #87 on the Music Vendor Top 100 and #12 on the Cash Box Looking Ahead chart. In "Robot Man," the singer wishes for a man who is an automaton instead of "a real-life boy" to "give her grief" and leave her "crying in her handkerchief."
These are not merely catchy sayings. Even though some sources may identify a phrase as a catchphrase, this list is for those that meet the definition given in the lead section of the catchphrase article and are notable for their widespread use within the culture. This list is distinct from the list of political catchphrases.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. It smells like victory. [1] I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like victory.
The Grinch. The Grinch can't steal our Christmas spirit, but he sure can deliver laughs. In the 2018 adaptation of Dr. Seuss' beloved children's storybook, Benedict Cumberbatch brings the mean ol ...
When performing "I Love You" at the Ladbroke Grove's Supperclub, a live performance known as "The Lost Gig", Horn said that he conceived the idea of the song after playing Moon River on a bass guitar every Tuesday night. [5] "I Love You" is an electropop new wave song. [6] [7] Downes is also a vocalist on the track, which he sings through a ...
Since Sir is forever changing the rules of the game of life, downtrodden young Cocky always gets the short end of the stick. Assisting Sir is his eager disciple Kid, anxious to pick up bits of wisdom while helping keep Cocky in his place. Cocky tries to beat Sir at the game, first by getting a job, and then with love, but Sir bests him both times.
Into every life a little rain must fall; It ain't over till/until it's over; It ain't over till the fat lady sings; It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so; It goes without saying; It is a small world; It is all grist to the mill; It is an ill wind (that blows no one any good)
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