Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly,
Creepy creepy, crawly, crawly,
Creepy creepy, crawly, crawly,
Creepy creepy, crawly, crawly,
Creepy creepy, crawly, crawly,
Creepy creepy, crawly, crawly…
I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
You may be Whimpy, but I can’t explain.
Heinz Baked Beans!
The kids are all right.
One and one make one,
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And I’m looking for that free ride to me
I’m looking for youuu-u!
Really, Pete was smart to ditch the dead weight.
“Globally, the evidence demonstrates that there is no risk of infection when birds and eggs are well cooked, as this kills the virus.”
-The WHO
I woke up in a Soho doorway.
My name is Bill. And I’m a head case.
Did the policeman know your name?
I work myself to death just to fit in.
I staggered back to the underground and a breeze blew back my hair, so I’m moving from MPSIMS to Cafe Society.
I’m gonna buy a fast car, put on my lead boots and take a long, long drive…
Tommy can you hear me?
He told me to go sleep at home.
I remember throwing punches around, and preaching from my chair.
He used to be a preacher, but now he sings in a major key.
I may end up spending all my money, but I’ll still be alive!
But does he have his kit bag, and his heavy boots?
The option on CSI: Chicago Reader got picked up?