Founds total 12 songs
You Need An Analyst
+You Need An Analyst. If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store,. You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst.. If your pocket's full of little things you never owned before,.
Pop Hates The Beatles
+Pop Hates The Beatles. My daughter needs a new phonograph.. She wore out all the needles.. Besides, I broke the old one in half.. I hate the Beatles..
No Ones Perfect
+No One's Perfect. We would now like to salute all of the beautiful singing groups. all over the world.. When the Norman Luboff Chorus. Sings a song like this (like this, like this, like this).
Mexican Hat Dance
+Mexican Hat Dance. Oh Americans dance on a dance floor.. And the Spaniards, they dance on a table.. And the Russians, they dance on a saber.. But the Mexicans dance on their hats..
Lotsa Luck
+Lotsa Luck. When you're driving through the desert, and your car runs out of gas,. Lotsa luck, pal, lotsa luck.. When you try to stop some strangers they will holler as they pass,.
Hail To Thee Fat Person
+Hail To Thee, Fat Person. I would like to explain how it came to pass that I got fat.. Ladies and gentlemen, I got fat as a public service.. When I was a child, my mother said to me,.
Al N Yetta
+Al 'N' Yetta. Al 'n' Yetta always sit togedda,. Watching TV every single night.. Munching popcorn from a dish,. While observing Dorothy Gish.. (Dorothy Gish) Dorothy Gish,.
You Need An Analyst
If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store. You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst. If your pocket's full of little things you've never owned before.
The Drop-outs March
No more pencils, no more books. No more teachers dirty looks. Dropouts, dropouts, yeah team. . On dropouts down the field. Ain't we the national shame.
Pop Hates The Beatles
My daughter needs a new phonograph. She wore out all the needles. Besides, I broke the old one in half. I hate the Beatles. . She says they have a Liverpool beat.
Lotsa Luck
When you're driving through the desert. And your car runs out of gas. Lotsa luck, pal, lotsa luck. When you try to stop some strangers. They will holler as they pass.
Little Butterball
I'm called Little Butterball. Dear Little Butterball. Though I could never tell why. My calories mount. My cholesterol count. Is as high as an elephant's eye.
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