It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here. It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here. The air is getting slipper and it's not to my surprise.
Quite a surprise. What an ingenious device.. Boredom encompassesmy time.. I don't know what I should do.. Indulging a moment of your time.. Seldom the breeder of lies..
There's a time for lies. And a time for truth. I say, eye for an eye. Eye for a tooth. . When I roamed young. I'd scavenge around. Every nook and cranny.
We are gathered here today. In the magestic halls of old.. To honor a man they call. Sathington Willoughby.. . There's a joke or two,. A pun or three,.
Came up on a worried man, asked him if he had a light.. He reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might.. He asked if he could come and join, at what we was partakin' in..
You can have a lolly pop. A candy bar, a jelly bean. I'll buy you a rainbow to hang above your door. . It's pudding time. . Laughter is a sweet you can't put a price on.
Pass the pen there billy bob, I'll write us up a song.. Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong.. Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak..
See'mon kiddies gather round. Who's your foremost friend in town?. From main to maple the name resounds. Professor Nutbutter. He's the one, the humble one.
Barber, get this mirror cleaned. I'm troubled by the face I see before me. As you shave our nation's face keep a steady hand. Listen to these words that soon will ring across the land.
Rubberneck lions as I lie bed. Double barrel under the pillow, under my head. Ya don't wake a man when he's trying to dead. 'Cause of the rubberneck lions as I lie in bed.
He used to own the world. He used to be the one. Like a hundred hungry dogs in heat. Or cinnabar and rum. . Ground and sift and washed it. Dried it in the sun.
Come on kiddies gather round, theres a new sensation hitting town.. It's moving slow, low to the gorund,. it'll pick you up when your feeling down.. .
In the dawn when my toes are cold. They spread their little trinkets on the ground. In the hall by the closet door. They creep into my bed without a sound.
Gina knows what it's like to be. On the other side of midnight. Gina's eyes are sensitive. To the brighter side of daylight. . She knows what it's like to be.