There was a gambler and a cleaner and a puppeteer. Only the puppet could explain just what he was. All on a bus we were hoping to pass the time. Plug my piece in, boys, then we can drink the wine.
What language?. No, Dutch. . Not the Red Baron. Not Charlie Brown. Think I've got the message figured. Another pilot down. And are there devils with halos.
Had a northern lad. Well not exactly had. He moved like the sunset. God who painted that?. First he loved my accent. How his knees could bend. I thought we'd be okay.
Some boy you are. To take me by the hand. Through an elevator. Got a little red line. That tells you boy. Where the razor's been. . You said, girl if you think.