While there are many things I have learned, I still don’t know who put the ram in the rama-lama-ding-dong.
It was probably the same person that wrote the book of love.
For a good time, I can call 867-5309 (eenyeenyeeyn!!!)
Billie Joe McCallister and his girlfriend threw something off the Tallahatchee Bridge, but we never found out what it was.
I’m a little bit country
And I’m a little bit rock 'n roll
I’m a little bit of Memphis and Nashville
With a Little bit of Motown in my soul.
Doe is a deer, a female deer
Ray is a drop of golden sun
Me is a name I call myself
Far is a long long way to run
Sew is a needle pulling thread
La is a note to follow so
Tea is a drink with jam and bread
and That will bring us back to Do, oh oh oh.
And surely the same person put the Bop in the Bop Shoo Bop.
Unless it rains. But if it snows, that stretch down south won’t ever stand the strain.
Nah, ‘cherish’ is the word.
And that dental floss grows in Montana.
Everything is beautiful, in its own way.
(I can vouch that this is false: I just got hit with a case of shingles - Dopers over 50, get vaccinated! - and if there’s a way my face is beautiful right now, it’s hard to imagine. :D)
Love is like oxygen…
You get too much, you get too high
Not enough and you’re gonna die
No! Love is a battlefield.
And, BTW, she loves me like a rock.
That the South Side of Chicago is the baddest part of town.
I love that stupid song. Please don’t hate me.
But who WAS that man? I’d like to shake his hand.
There’ll be non indigenous birds flying over the south coast of England.
I believe the name is WHO WHO WHO WHO.
When you throw the ball to first base, you throw the ball to who?
(Yeah, I know, not a song. Deal with it. :D)
Love is just a four letter word.
The Blues is just a bad dream.
I can tell by the way you use your walk, you’re a woman’s man.
Or perhaps a Chinese chef.
I learned not to monkey with the monkey.