It's sunny here, too in L.A.
I'm guessin' it'll be a great day
With the smog in the air
guessin' is fair
Chucklling, the doctor reviewed the man's chart
The x-ray revealed the mans heart
As far as he could see
It was still as could be
It's sunny here, too in L.A.
I'm guessin' it'll be a great day
With the smog in the air
Guessin' is fair
For Arnold to come out and play.
Chuclking, the doctor reviewed the man's chart
The x-ray revealed the man's heart
As far as he could see
It was still as could be
So that's where you've gone, you old fart!
In autumn the air shimmers with gold.....................
In autumn the air shimmers with gold...
We reach for our sweaters as days turn cold
In autumn the air shimmers with gold...
We reach for our sweaters as days turn cold
But I find, each autumn
My brother has got 'em
The black sheep's come back to the fold
My sweaters have gone from my closet
My sweaters have gone from my closet
And they've gone nowhere wholesom, I'd posit
My sweaters have gone from my closet
And they've gone nowhere wholesom, I'd posit
Got sent to the poor?
Where will I get more?
Before my backside gets a FROSTING!
Hey, but Winter will kill all the germs!
Hey, but Winter will kill all the germs
As long as I don't have the worms
Hey, but Winter will kill all the germs
As long as I don't have the worms
Or live near the equator
Where winter comes later
Than it comes down in hell, on God's terms.
It's fall, and the trees have been littering...
It's fall, and the trees have been littering
The squirells are busy and chittering
It's fall, and the trees have been littering
The squirells are busy and chittering
The geese fly south-west
It's that time, they know best
It's fall, and the trees have been littering
The squirells are busy and chittering
The geese fly south-west
It's that time, they know best
But we people sit 'round on our sh!t-ring!
When the lake freezes, where go the fishes?
It's fall, and the trees have been littering
The squirells are busy and chittering
The geese fly south-west
It's that time, they know best
And the Apples- we are frittering.
It's time for a crackling fire
When the lake freezes, where go the fishes?
Do they loiter in warm water ditches?
I know what they desire.
It's time for a crackling fire
And a roast for marshmallows delicious.
What shall we sing round the campfire?
What shall we sing round the campfire?
We're obliging. What does your heart desire?
How about one about the range and home
You know the one -- where the buffalo roam
What shall we sing round the campfire?
We're obliging. What does your heart desire?
How about one about the range and home
You know the one -- where the buffalo roam
Or a lullabye, before we retire.
Tis the season for ghost stories
Try not to make 'em too gory,
I'll cover my ears,
To diminish my fears
Tis the season for ghost stories
Try not to make 'em too gory,
I'll cover my ears,
To diminish my fears
While you weave tales in all their glories.
I love pumpkin pie and cider
I love pumpkin pie and cider,
To take my broom and ride 'er
I love pumpkin pie and cider,
To take my broom and ride 'er
But there's a hole in my hat
And I lost my black cat
I love pumpkin pie and cider,
To take my broom and ride 'er
But there's a hole in my hat
And I lost my black cat
And I usually ride beside 'er!
I wonder if my cat's on strike
