Ringo, Paul, George, and John
Over them many lasses did fawn
Well, not so much Ringo
With his odd Scouse lingo
Ringo, Paul, George, and John
Over them many lasses did fawn
Well, not so much Ringo
With his odd Scouse lingo
He was often alone dusk til dawn
My mother cooked eggs over easy
My mother cooked eggs over easy
But so runny they made me queasy
My mother cooked eggs over easy
But so runny they made me queasy
Mom said “They’re fine!”
My mother cooked eggs over easy
But so runny they made me queasy
Mom said “They’re fine!”
I’d get smacked if I whined
My mother cooked eggs over easy
But so runny they made me queasy
Mom said “They’re fine!”
I’d get smacked if I whined
This whole thing makes me feel uneasy
I found a slug in my tulips
I found a slug in my tulips
It could talk and made rather blue quips
I found a slug in my tulips
It could talk and made rather blue quips:
"Drop your panties Sir William,
I found a slug in my tulips
It could talk and made rather blue quips:
“Drop your panties Sir William,
And bare your Brazilian!”
I found a slug in my tulips
It could talk and made rather blue quips:
“Drop your panties Sir William,
And bare your Brazilian!”
“while I choose from my selection of whips”
My girlfriend just fell in a puddle
My girlfriend just fell in a puddle.
Her reactions: a bit less than subtle.
My girlfriend just fell in a puddle.
Her reactions: a bit less than subtle:
"Don’t just stand there, asshole!
My girlfriend just fell in a puddle.
Her reactions: a bit less than subtle:
"Don’t just stand there, asshole!
I can’t swim, as you know
My girlfriend just fell in a puddle.
Her reactions: a bit less than subtle:
“Don’t just stand there, asshole!
I can’t swim, as you know
Give me a hand and break from your huddle!”
In the hills of old San Francisco
In the hills of old San Francisco
Lay hidden The Groovy Cult of Disco
In the hills of old San Francisco
Lay hidden The Groovy Cult of Disco
Where Abba reigns
In the hills of old San Francisco
Lay hidden The Groovy Cult of Disco
Where Abba reigns
They shake their thangs
In the hills of old San Francisco
Lay hidden The Groovy Cult of Disco
Where Abba reigns
They shake their thangs
And burn punk rock effigies in Crisco
Dr. Smith was seemingly lost in space
Dr. Smith was seemingly lost in space
And young Will Robinson was in his face
Dr. Smith was seemingly lost in space
And young Will Robinson was in his face
When the robot flashed danger