What time is it?. Four thirty. It's not late, naw, naw,. Just early, early, early. . President, he sweat through his talcum. News paper man, he watch like a falcon.
Now our skys are falling down. And we have worn out all our frowns. And we have broken all our crowns. And been run out of all our towns. If it's the rod that wasn't spared.