May 31, 2011
Hey ho, strike one; last one in's a son of a gun. Hey ho, strike
two; can't fight here, this is the war room.
So kiss me quickly; who'll oblige? Oh come along now, don't be shy.
Don't be all surface; no insides. Oh, no.
You've got to stop your grumbling, and all that human bondage den.
So swear the heat in baby, no neck ties.