Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day with a nose full of pus
The ends don't always justify the means, but I know what it takes to get what I need, I've got the cure when passive protest just won't do...just flick my
I'm a genie in a bottle baby, come, come, come on and let me out I'm a genie in a bottle baby, come, come, come on and let me out thirteen miles down the road lives a young boy
Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low.