Our early morning singing song, glibby glub gloopy, nibby nabby noopy, la la la lo lo. Sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba, lee le lo lo. Tooby ooby walla, nooby abba naba.
Our early morning singing song, glibby glub gloopy, nibby nabby noopy, la la la lo lo. Sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba, lee le lo lo. Tooby ooby walla, nooby abba naba.
Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.
If we were blind and had no choice, would we hate each other by the tone of our voice?
Rather die on our feet, than keep living on our knees.
The preacher said, you know you always have the Lord by your side. And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran twenty red-lights in his name.
Respectable people do not write music or make love as a career.
All lies and jest, still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he’s in.