I want you to get a gun
And head on down to Washington
I want you to climb up high
High in the sky
And shoot them all
Th-Th-They d-d-don’t deserve to live
What did they ever give to you?
You know what I want you to do? I want you to go upstairs to that
apartment where that guy keeps playing that Barry Manilow record
“Copacabana” over and over and over again. I want you to ring the
doorbell, and when he answers the door. I want you to stab him in
the neck with a number 2 pencil over and over and over again
because he must pay! Chop him up and put him in the freezer and
as you leave the apartment, light the place on fire!
Well, I lived in a place call Okfuskee, and I had a little girl in a holler tree. I said, “Little girl, it’s plain to see, ain’t nobody who can sing like me…way over yonder in the minor key.”
What did you sing? A song? Did you sing out loud? Sing it strong? Hell, don’t worry if it’s not good enough for anyone else but you. Just sing. Sing a song.
Lucky you! I’m just beyond the reach of the big white teeth of the sharks that can swim on the land! I got fins to the left, fins to the right, and I’m the only bait in town!
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear, scarlet billows begin to spread. Fancy gloves, though, has MacHeath, dear, so there’s never, never a trace of red.
Funny you should mention fish. I just returned from Grand Coulee Dam, and while I was above the spillway, I noticed a family of fishies trying to jump over without much success.
And I’ll be hornswoggled if the momma fishy didn’t say to the babies “Swim! Swim, if you can!” And they swam and they swam all over the dam.
I turned to my friend and said “Boop-boop, diddum-daddum, waddum…choo!” He said “Gesundheit!”
We need to tie this rope before we drift any deeper. There now hold me close.
Let’s take this overboard now. I want you to rock the boat, work the middle. Stroke it for me, stroke it for me.
Oh, I don’t know. Remember the other day, we were driving in my car and I turned on the radio? Tht romantic song was playing . . . I tried pulling you closer, but you just said, ‘No.’
You ask how much I love you must I explain,I need you oh my darling like roses need rain. You ask how long I’ll love you I’ll tell you true, until the 12th of never I’ll still be loving you