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Now a friend of mine, way back in… You know, he finally made his pile… Well he got himself a mansion on… An’ he was livin’ in the latest st… But I run into him, he was eatin’…
A piece of sky Broke off and fell Through the crack in the ceiling Right into my soup, KERPLOP!
If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a… A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean… If you’re a pertender, come sit by… For we have some flx-golden tales…
I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles
There’s a light on in the attic. Though the house is dark and shutt… I can see a flickerin’ flutter, And I know what it’s about. There’s a light on in the attic.
No I do not want a kitten, No cute, cuddly kitty-poo, No more long hair in my cornflakes… No more midnight meowing mews, No more scratchin’, snarlin’, spit…
Oh they won’t let us show it at th… They think we’re gonna grab it if… And they won’t let us show it at t… But you can show it in your parlor… You can show it at a party with yo…
Have you heard of tiny Melinda Ma… Who ate a monstrous whale? She thought she could, She said she would, So she started in right at the tai…
(Chorus) Pour me another tequila, Sheila. Take off that red satin dress. 'Cause I crossed the border, And I beat the dealer for all of…
This evening I unzipped my skin And carefully unscrewed my head, Exactly as I always do When I prepare myself for bed. And while I slept a coo-coo came
Well hey Miss Go-Go won’t you st… Cause the song you dance to it got… There’s a lotta things those long… Yeah but the words don’t reach ya Oh where you’re goin’ you dance to…
There’s a polar bear In our Frigidaire– He likes it 'cause it’s cold in th… With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish
He rode through the woods on a big… He had fists as hard as choppin’ b… Five hundred pounds and nine feet… Talk about workin’, when he swung… You could hear it ring for a mile…
1 little monkey was goin’ 2 the store when he saw a banana 3 he’d never climbed be4. By 5 o’clock that evenin’
As I walk down to Bishop Street… Now she was young and pretty too And on a string she walked with a… Oh the Floobie Doobie Doo now wh… It’s not the doll with eyes of blu…