+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,.
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.
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.