Happy days are[/size] here again.
One of my favorite prophets ! ! !
The night the stars fell on Alabama
oh..............why didn't I stop with one bottle?
always that fatal compromise:
feeling good at the time;
vs. "aftermath"!
There's got to be a morning after...
Well, my head hurts
My feet stink
And i don't love Jesus
Under the circumstances, try to avoid "foot in mouth" disease!
Feetish breath, now that's disgusting!
Not to know one's ass from one's elbow . . .
Whoa, now we're into fart breath and tennis mouth
A foul and infested congregation of vapors
Hound dog sing that
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
When the hound dog starts singin'
I ain't got them big ol' city blues
The air, the air is everywhere!
