I'm not gonna pull through, Blue, So this you gotta do... Shave his belly with a rusty razor. In order to fulfill her wishes.
Makin' up yarns and singin' a song. Lyrics:||Silver on the sage, |. Yodeler on a Mountain So High. Italian: Fra Giovanni, Fra Giovanni, Dormi tu, dormi tu? Gee, I wish they'd move them indoors. Charlie's wife goes down. It's bacon and beans most every day, I'd sooner be a-eatin' the prairie hay. Boring words of wisdom, Boring words of wisdom.
Just keeping singing it as long as everyone can stand. Lived in a tree (Arms up over heads, making a tree bow). You would think she'd been to college. He wouldn't fight, it just wouldn't be right. You did not see that truck go by. From the lakes of Minnesota, to the hills of Tennessee. My turkey looked great on the platter. There might be frogs on some of you dogs, But there ain't no frogs on us. An ice-axe in the rucksack had split the other's bean. And me without a spoon. Keep that choppa on my hip yodelice. He could mow down a forest of trees. They all had sweaters on.
She threw them at King Kong - That's the end of this silly song. I'm up in the morning before daylight; Before I get to sleep the moon's shining bright. Bill took a stick, * gave him three whacks, *. Your breakfast is calling this morning, Your bacon is crisp in the pan, Your pancakes are doing a flip, flop, I'm cooking as fast as I can. Itsy Bitsy Spider Birthday.
They ran so fast, the hounds couldn't catch 'em, Be a Good Scout. Now all that I do is go to Scout meetings. To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright, With freedom's holy light, Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. Make the announcemnts short and sweet, They're so BORING! I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me. Its a something made (move fists one on top of the other). Humming a tune so gaily. Keep that choppa on my hip yodel. The key may be wrong but they'll sing out strong. Oh Sam the Snake, Oh Sam the Snake. Note that this thesaurus is not in any way affiliated with Urban Dictionary. Apple fritters, they slide right down.
And always out roughs 'em. I'll sell my outfit as soon as I can, 'Cause I ain't punchin' cattle for no mean boss man. Sent a Lousiana fella to the Promised Land - Big John. Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam, Until we meet once more, Here's wishing you a happy voyage home. The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall, And it looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all. She quickly smiled and walked away. The tombstone fell over and squish-squash he died... She went up to heaven and flittered and flied... The third line only has ONE of each action. I saw Adam and Eve a'driven from the door.
Leader: I say, Let me see your BoogaLoo! I thought to keep on digging. Shave everyday and you'll always look keen. Last night my tent mate had to go, they haven't found him yet. Until your coffin begins to leak. So, they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly. He's got something to say. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's rockin', gang?
In our streak of lightning cars and fancy clothes. To swim for an hour or two (or three). On top of Old Smokey. The Don, Don, Don dada. The preacher-he walked by, with a big tear in his eye.
But when they turn a corner, they leave the wheels behind. Can't get in my water unless you a ship. There sits Sam, the lavatory man, Scooping up the poopies, Scooping up the poopies in his little tin can! You'd think that her head would be split. And float on my back to get tan. In the road you thought you'd travel, Now you're ground into the gravel. Right under the lid. Are scared of naught, excepting rats, They're full of pep and dynamite too, They'd never lose the Ric-A-Dam-Doo, The Transport of the Princess Pat's.
He gave three moans, * of mortal pain, *. Fie, fi, fiddly i o. Strumming on the old banjo. Repeat, get louder each time until you get tired of singing it)... An alternate version: And, So we tell them. With a Tweety poster. We created quite a spectacle, I grant you. Oh, give me the hills and the ring of the drills, And the rich silver ore in the ground. That his Injun friends could keep their land. But being oh so practical, she added spice and greens. And his speeches made him friends to beat the band. The steamboat had a bell. To the heel of his rawhide shoe; The rippin'est, roarin'est, fightin'est man. Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine, Alas for me! Fightin' and burnin' at a devil's pace.
They surely will laugh if you give 'em a bath. Yodel-Ay-Hee-Hoo Rock it, work it, move it all around Do that thang, like you the baddest in town Rock it, work it, move it all around Do that. Set a spell, Take your shoes off. 'Cause a ping pong ball is much too small.
The Tune: |Lyrics:||I used to be a Beaver, and a good ol' Beaver too, |. And I'm standing iner. And tied him to, * the railroad tracks. Has never slept in mine. He was my pal, He was my friend. Ahead of me, I saw a tree, Oh glory be. She threw them at a squirrel - made that poor squirrel hurl. But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right.