Crunchy, crunchy. Crunchy, crunchy. I don't know what that mean. Crunchy. I don't know what that mean. Crunchy. . Vimmegin. whats that. come out to dinner.
In a flat Forty-One with my strat on the door. we was goin' to the country for what we came for.. I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air.. The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get there..