The frost isn’t on the pumpkin yet!
Pumpkin spice frosted sugar cookies
kookie lend me your comb
77 Sunset Strip
the ginchiest
the gooch
I know a certain fellow by the name of Andy Gooch
He went out and drank up three-quarters of homemade hooch
As he sat there on the kerbstone, what he said I couldn’t tell
I think it was a menagerie, for I heard him loudly yell
Shut the door, they’re comin’ through the window
Shut the window, they’re comin’ through the door
Shut the door, they’re comin’ through the window
Oh gosh, now they’re comin’ through the floor
Open the door, Richard!
Come on, open the door.
Cause I’m standing here scratching in my pants pocket
And standing here groping in my coat pocket
And standing here feeling in my shirt pocket
And I can’t find the key.
Open the door, Richard!
Open the door and let me in
Richard, why don’t you open that door
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad that I’m a man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
Behind the green doors
I see a green door and I want to paint it black.
Mindbridge
All The President’s Men
All the time in the world
Until the heat death of the Universe
But it’s a dry heat
The Sonoran Desert
Tatooine
Uranus
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