Watching everything going down this week, I keep singing, over and over and over in my head:
"Why don't you just shoot me in the head, cuz you know I'd be better off dead!" from BLOODY BLOODY ANDREW JACKSON. I don't bother finishing the line. I just repeat that one sentence...
Do something special Anything special And you'll get better because... You're more than just a mimic When you gotta gimmick Take a look how different we are!
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
Ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk, talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker, ya can talk all ya wanna, but it's different then it was.
Never worries ‘bout his line? Never worries ‘bout his line. Or a doggone thing. He's just a bang beat, bell ringing, Big haul, great go, neck or nothin', rip roarin' every time a bull's eye salesman.
Tell us what’s his line, what's his line? He's a fake, and he doesn't know the territory!
Look, what do ya talk? What do ya talk? What do ya talk? What do ya talk?
Don't know how he does it but he lives like a king and he dallies and he gathers and he plucks and he shines...
And when the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him!
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir.
When the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him!