Mark the Wans
Why do I, why do I
Am alook alike a poss of porterpease
And that was how
The skirtmisshes began
But the dour handworded her grace
Weenybeenyveenyteeny...
Shut! So her grace
O'malice kidsnapped up
The jiminy Tristopher
And into the
Into the shandy westerness
She rain , rain, rain, rain
And Jarl Van Hoother...
Stop deef stop
Deef stop deef stop
To my earin' stop
Rainy road
And a rainbow
Fire, fire, fire
In this lamphouse
Friendly fire
Laying warm hands on the graver
Feelin' higher higher higher
Getting' older, dummy, higher
Who comes back to make him prouder
Becomes lighter
And gets higher