This kid, Lardy? Let's just say: I've got mad skills!
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No, but from that angle he is awfully similar. David Anton's thinner and just a bit lankier, and has about twice as much hair.
Nibblin on sponge cake Watchin the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp theyre beginnin to boil
Chorus: Wastin away again in margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that theres a woman to blame But I know its nobodys fault
I dont know the reason I stayed here all season Nothin to show but this brand new tattoo But its a real beauty A mexican cutie How it got here I havent a clue
Chorus: Wastin away again in margaritaville Searchin for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that theres a woman to blame Now I think Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop Stepped on a pop-top Cut my heel had to cruise on back home But theres booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wastin away again in margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that theres a woman to blame But I know its my own damn fault Yes and some people claim that theres a woman to blame And I know its my own damn fault
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All the snow has turned to water, Christmas days have come and gone. Broken toys and faded colours are all that's left to linger on. I hate graveyards and old oawn shops, For they always bring me tears. I can't forgive the way they robbed me of my childhood souvenirs. Memories, they can't be boughten. They can't be won at carnivals for free. Well it took me years to get those souvenirs, And i don't know how they slipped away from me. Broken hearts and dirty windows Make life difficult to see. That's why last night and this morning Always look the same to me. And I hate reading old love letters For they always bring me tears. I can't forget the way they robbed me, Of my sweetheart's souvenirs. Memories they can't be boughten, They can't be won at carnivals for free. Well it took me years to get those souvenirs And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
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I could learn to understand Swahili by myself I could even teach it to my good dog Ralph I could learn to read you every book upon the shelf I could learn to tell your fortune like the Oracle of Delphi I could learn to tell you every flower by it's color I could learn to swim as fast as Johnny Weismuller But I couldn't ever learn to get along without you Don't you run away from me I sure dig sex
Ah you can get love from your papa or your mama You can get warm from a turkish or a sauna You can get hot from tortillas or lasagna But you get all three when you make it with me
I really must confess it gets me in the solar plexus When I think about the differences there are between the sexes Peanut butter sndwiches are really neat But when you get right down to it you can't compete with Good old S-double-E-double-X is Camper than Batman bigger than Texas You're concave and I'm convex Welcome to the world of sex
Ah do I love you is the pope Catholic Do I need you is a rubber band elastic Do I want you is the atom bomb drastic Let's us be heterosexually entwined
We'd fit like a tailored suit dear I dig you more than I dig root beer Green Giant peas need a big green pod I spend a lotta time needin your bod And walkin around through fields of clover Can't we lie down and talk things over You never know what's coming off next do you In The Wonderful World Of Sex
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In case you hadn't guessed I sing to pass the time. There is always a song going in my head, sometimes it spills out.
Lyrics E.H. Harburg music by Harold Arlen
(Scarecrow) I could wile away the hours Conferrin' with the flowers Consultin' with the rain And my head I'd be scratchin' While my thoughts were busy hatchin' If I only had a brain
I'd unravel any riddle For any individ'le In trouble or in pain
(Dorothy) With the thoughts you'd be thinkin' You could be another Lincoln If you only had a brain
(Scarecrow) Oh, I would tell you why The ocean's near the shore I could think of things I never thunk before And then I'd sit and think some more
I would not be just a nuffin' My head all full of stuffin' My heart all full of pain I would dance and be merry Life would be a ding-a-derry If I only had a brain
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