When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang. I was hungerin' for some apple pie. Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit. Washed the sleep out of my eye.
Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer.. If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year.. . Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow..
As I stand in the Shower. Singing Opera and such. Pondering the possibility that I. Pull the pud too much. There's a scent that fills the air. Is it flatus? Just a touch..
He was a mighty golden boy, as gold as ever seen,. But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean.. His arms was made of nickel, and his forehead made of wood..
He stood in line with the rest. And waited got his chance. To take his place behind the glass. And watch the ladies dance. . It's the nature of things.