Tell me why I'm here. In this empty house. My mind won't change. Will it now. Everything I thought that I put to rest. . Everything wrong always the same.
Every thing's a blessing in disguise. You wear yours, I'll wear mine. Every thing's a blessing in disguise. Falling to rise, the vanishing me is aching to be.
I can't let you go. Don't let the dark. Be the only place you see me. I'll try to find you something new. That pulls me back to your arms. . Little towns are the way we're living.
You see me but it's not me. There's somethin' underneath my skin. I want to tear it all away. And show the beauty that's within. . Begin to come unglued.
By a garden wall. Stood a rabbit tall. Eating grapes so small. Wearing shoes and all. To the mill he dashed,. In the water splashed. And he said, "Come in".
Butterfly .... Butterfly .... . Orange and black, bright dusty wing. Flutter through fields where the summer birds sing. Blown like a paper, hour by hour.
Ernie: Bert? Hey, Bert? Bert?. . Bert: Ernie, what is it? I'm trying to sleep.. . Ernie: Hey, Bert, did you ever think about all the things you like?.
Meet me at the bus stop. Down on the corner by the Five and Dime. Meet me at the bus stop. We'll have a real good time. At the bus stop. That's where the bus stops.
Oh, when I'm in my bubbly tub. A funny thing happens to me when I scrub. I splash and I wash and then it comes along. And soon I'm a'gigglin' and a'singin' this song.
Maria: You use a brush to brush your hair. . Singers: Brush brush boogie. . Luis: You use a brush to paint a chair. . Singers: Brush brush boogie. . Maria: Hair.
Me want a soft boiled cookie. And a glass of cookie juice on the side. Or for a change one morning. Me will have cookies scrambled or fried. . It isn't hard each morning.
When we're roamin' the streets and we see one car. We always add one and make it two. It don't matter why we like to add one and one. Out here it's the thing to do.
Feel your fingers, feel your toes. Grab your elbow, pinch your nose. Touch your ankle, tap your knees. Give your chin a little squeeze. You'll feel something hard inside.
You pick yourself a berry. And you put it in a bucket. Pick yourself another. Plump and juicy and new. Pick yourself a handful. Too yummy for the bucket.
Well, you can count my tie (one tie). Well, you can count my shirt (one shirt). Well, you can count my eyes (one, two). Oh my dessert (??) (one, two).
Eyes are nice, and so are lips. And also hair and finger tips. But dearer to my heart. Is my favorite body part. . I love a big round nose. A nose to smell a rose.
We're three big kids. Tough as rocks. Meanest dudes on the whole block. So it may come as quite a shock. That when we're feeling sad and blue. We big kids cry boo-hoo!.
The earth's a Big Blue Marble. When you see it from out there. The sun and moon declare. Our beauty's very rare. . Folks are folks and kids are kids. We share a common name.
Spoken:. Lead Squirrel: Now we're gonna sing a song for you, about a bird we all know who doesn't fly. Right girls?. . Other Squirrels: Right!. . Sung:.
When there's cheese in the middle. Of two slices of bread. It's between, between. And when you slip into the sheets. Of your comfy bed. You're between, between.