helium
embargo
Ograbme.
I don’t know you well enough
I don’t know you from Adam’s off ox!
Paint your face
Paint your wagon
I talk to the trees, but they don’t listen to me.
I listen to the colors of the wind
and it’s all like, whoa!
The hills are alive.
Into the valley of death rode the six hundred.
“I only regret I have but one life to lose for my country.”
Hale, Hale, the gang’s all here
McHale’s Navy
Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
oy vey, now we’re in it!
And, as usual, there’s no paddle.
Oar what it’s worth