And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad so I had one more for dessert, which I was riding through on a horse with no name …
Oh yes, now I remember, it was April the forty-first, being a quadruple leap year.
Perhaps it was 4 in the morning, the end of December.
Or maybe, the 1st of May!
Was it late December back in '63?
Oh, what a night!
Wake up, Maggie, I think I got something to say to you. It’s late September and I really should be back at school.
I can’t recall what day it was, but I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died… they said for the last few weeks that he suffered and he cried.
Where are those sweet Septembers, the joy my heart remembers?
Regardless, let’s party like it’s 1999!
It was late in September, The sky turned to snow, All around the day, Was going down slow.
No, it’s stupid bloody Tuesday, boy, you’ve let your face grow long.
You guys are killing me. Softly.
They call it Stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad.
Wednesday’s worse. Thursday’s oh so sad.
The eagle flies on Friday, on Saturday I go out to play.
Don’t sit down in that park on Sunday or you’re going to need some kind of ointment – and for you it’ll be a very special Manic Monday.
It was a new day yesterday
but it’s an old day now…
Yesterday…all my troubles seemed so far away…
Stop bothering me! I’m trying to put time in a bottle…
Do you think this thread will still be alive in the Year 2525?
Only if man is still alive…
Signs are good, we made it past 1999…