I believe I can fly
oooooff .... ouch .... screeche ....... thudddd ....... kersmash
I believed ....
Waiter, there's a fly in my soup...
Beyond the seas of thought
Beyond the realm of what
Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not
Come along if you care
Come along if you dare
Take a ride to the land inside of your mind
But please realise
You'll probably be surprised
For it's the land unknown to man
Where fantasy is fact
So if you can, please understand
You might not come back
Leave your cares behind
Come with us and find
The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind
Waiter what's this fly doing in my soup?
Drowning, sir.
Waiter what's this fly doing in my soup?
The breast-stroke, sir.
Waiter, there's a fly in my soup.
Don't worry, sir, he won't eat much.
Waiter, there's a fly in my soup.
There's no extra charge, sir.
Come along with me to the next bend
" The Charge of the Light Brigade"
Sorry for goofing you up there Gilisgesti, my post was out of order so I edited it. The original post read:
"Hey man, don't bogart that joint".
When you come to the fork in the road, take it.
Awe, shucks, you guys; those songs and poems brought tears to my eyes. c.i.
We are approaching now the molten core.
Please keep your arms and legs inside the boat.
Clearly the beast was here, but not recently as its droppings are now cool to the touch.
Watch out where the huskies go
An' don't you eat that yellow snow . . .
"We all live in a yellow submarine......."
Shoo fly, don't bother me
"Shoo Fly Pie, and Apple Pan Dowdy............."
euuuuu, Moose Turd Pie.... ...but good.
