Broadway Legend Joined: 5/18/03
Phanty really puts out a nice spread for the holiday!
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/18/03
don't forget those nice, hot, fluffy, buttery buns of his! Quite the tastey treat..
along with the sausage stuffing...
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/18/03
oh yes. I hear Phanty likes his holiday saucage thick and juicy.
It burns the mouth...
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/18/03
i actually have a spicey thick saucage that Phanty can sample.
I have a spicy Italian sausage he can try too.
For Phantom2...
Rubber Ducky, you're the one,
You make bathtime lots of fun,
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you;
Woo woo be doo
Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,
When I squeeze you, you make noise!
Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo
Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby
Rub-a-dub-a-dubby!
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.
Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of -
Rubber ducky, I'd like a whole pond of -
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you!
Doo doo, be doo
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/18/03
Did someone say TOP????
SOMMS just because you always wind up on the bottom is always my fault.
I'm always willing to make sacrifices for you boobs
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
For my Boobsy:
You're the Top
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top!
You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody
From a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeart sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check,
A total wreck, a flop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top
Your words poetic
Are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my lad:
You're the top!
You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top!
You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gall'ry,
You're Garbo's sal'ry,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're a turkey dinner.
You're the time of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a Ritz hot toddy.
You're the top!
You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning,
You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
You're a prize,
You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll,
A fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top!
You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,
You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nost of the great Durante.
I'm just in the way,
As the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand
Of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master,
You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants on a Roxy usher.
I'm a lazy lout
That's just about to stop,
But if Baby,
I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel,
you simply too, too, too divine,
You're a Botticelli,
You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon
Over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're the Tower of Babel.
You're the top!
You're the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine,
You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's,
You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
You're a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're da foist
In da Irish svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog
That can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby,
I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Awwwwww...My SOMMSY is the sweetest thing. We'll see who's the TOP on Sunday.
I guess that means that I don't need to wear anything under my "Fabulous Flemington Fur".
I won't be wearing anything under my fur...
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