In a vortex of the future of that cool tomorrowland... we'll all wig there, play a gig there, in that great non-union band. Scooba-doo and scooba-dabba... life's a gas and life's a grabba. Hip is hip and groove is groovy... life's a wild Fellini movie. That hairy fist of silence slugs us, bugs us, puts us down. Hummm... we'll all wing it, we'll all sing it... Guy Lombardo's back in town!
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Listen To This: Eyes On You!
6 years ago
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(Sound of rustling grocery bags)....Mrs Owens??? Yes....I've got your groceries...I hope everythings here that you wanted....So do I honey....so do I....Ahhhh where do you want it??????? For now the kitchen table will do....you must be tired from all those deliveries...would you like a drink before you go???? Huh, I sure would...I go on my lunchbreak....................NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.........
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