The Reply Is A Song Lyric

she just loves my big 10 inch
record of her favorite blues

Hey Ducky, let me stick the 7-inch in the computer.

You’re damn right I got the blues

I got the blues so bad one time that my face was a permanent frown.
Now I’m feeling so much better I could cakewalk into town.

Someone left the cake out in the rain…

If I knew you were comin’ I’d’ve baked a cake.

You know my style, I say anything to make you smile

Happy Days are here again
The skies above are clear again

I’m not waving
I’m drowning

Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore.
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.

So knock three times on the ceiling

Oh, what a feeling
When we’re dancing on the ceiling!

Your mama don’t dance and your daddy don’t rock and roll

When I came home mom and dad were lying on the couch… Rolling numbers rock n’ rolling, got my KISS records out

His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward the man on the ground

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it’ll help you some sunny day

Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow.

You talk big when you preach,
But empty promises are what you keep,
You say your dedication is so deep,
I know that your TALK IS CHEAP.

Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words, the poster-barer cried

That don’t impress me much.