Driving back home I hear wedding bells
of St. Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
of Notre Dame Edna Krabappel.
How do I love thee? Let me count the change
is goodness, gracious, great balls of fire and
ice cream sundae
always comes too late.
morning, you sure have changed since yesterday.
school of fish sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never hurt me and you, and
you and me, no matter how they toss the dice
it had to be you
send me, darling you send me.
are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
lollipops, and rainbows, everything
but the kitchen sink your teeth into
the mystic pizza.
Now I’m hungry hungry hippocampus
life to live and let us give thanks that was
fun for the whole family double dare
you to move it, move it.
devil dog and pony show me the way
to go home, I’m tired and I want to go
to bed bath & beyond a reasonable
J. “Stonewall” Jackson Five Alive and well
drinks on the house, M.D. Device ice baby
I got your money, don’t you worry.
Huey, Dewey, and Louie Armstronger
than you look at what I’ve done and done deal
with it never rains in Southern California.
Just take it all in and out with the old
time movie ‘bout a ghost from a wishing
well there’s a girl that lives up the block
back in school she could turn all the boys of
summer job search engineering degree
of separation of church and state of the
Union Pacific Railroad to nowhere
in the world is Carmen Sandiego
when the saints go march
of the wooden soldiers.
madness that was you and me, ‘cus you and I
don’t know where we went wrong but the feeling’s
gone and I just can’t get it back.
If you could read my mind.
Hey baby, is that you? Wow, you hair got
so long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
my almost lover, you should’ve come over
it’s not too late, baby, now it’s too late
though we really did try to make it
something inside has died in your arms tonight
tonight, not again and against all odds
are slim to none of your business time
after—sometimes you picture me I’m walking
too far away, doesn’t anybody
awake, don’t rest your head.
or should I go now? If I go there will
be trouble sleeping to dream about you
and I’m so
sorry! So sorry? No?
excited and I just can’t hide it’s all
coming back, it’s all coming back to me
now you know, and knowing is half the battle
of who could care less is more than words that
start with the letter I don’t know what
a beautiful day.
hurts the most.
what what would you—
what what what would you—
what what what would you do?