Oh, I love trash!. Anything dirty or dingy or dusty. Anything ragged or rotten or rusty. Yes, I love trash. . I have here a sneaker that's tattered and worn.
I love my elbows. Let's get straight to the point. I love my elbows. Yeah they're my favorite joint. They bend my arms with so much charm and finesse.
I love summer showers. I love pretty flowers. But most of all...I love mud for hours. I love, love, love being a pig!. . I love how mud feels. I love how mud sounds.
Bert: I like to sing LOUD!. Farley: I like to sing soft. Bert: I like to sing LOUD!. Farley: I like to sing soft. Bert: I like to sing high!. Farley: I like to sing low.
Cow: "Hmmm-hmm-hmmm ... (he looks up and reads the sign) 'I know I am a (coe).' ... That doesn't sound right.". (A farmer comes in, grumbling). Farmer: "Mumble-mumble -- You're not a coe, you're a cow!".
I can walk to the park. I can hop, I can skip. And it's fun. Yeah, it's fun. I can climb on the bars. And pretend it's a ship. I can slide. I can run.
I just adore four. The number for me. You can't deplore four. It's less than five, more than three. You can have four doors. Or four dinosaurs. Four janitors.
I was lying in my bed on a quiet night. Went down to the kitchen to get myself a bite. I reached for the light as I walked in the door. But I tripped and knocked a big old pot.
Dum dum dee dooo. Dooo dooo. I have a little plant. I always give her water. 'Cause you see. She really loves her water. And she says. (ding, ding) (sounds like a triangle).
I have a chair. Gets me from here to there. Takes me most anywhere. That any two feet could take me. . I have a chair. Helps me to get around. Gets me to where I'm bound.
I can't think of anything that's dumber. To a grouch, Christmas is a bummer!. . Beaming faces everywhere, happiness is in the air. I'm telling you, it isn't fair!.
(Hes gota to be colean. Hes gota to be colean, ah!). . I wash my hendas whenever I aeta. And ion the bat I wash my eirs,. Muy albos anda efet. . I gota to be colean!.
(background doggie singers in brackets). . What do I do when I'm out in the yard. And can't find where I buried my bone. How do I feel when my dog's life is hard.
Announcer's voice: Ladies and gentlemen and sardines, Miss Ethel Mermaid!. . I get no kick out of A. B, C and D are just letters to me. And E makes me endlessly blue.
Rosita: Every morning when I wake up. There's just one feeling I feel. I hear the birds and I see the sun. I can't believe it's for real. . I feel so happy.
Well, I'd like to visit the moon. On a rocket ship high in the air. Yes, I'd like to visit the moon. But I don't think I'd like to live there. Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above.
I cry in the morning. I cry at night. I cry-cry-cry when I get uptight. I cry for my bottle. I cry for my doll. I cry-eye-eye til they hear me call. Oh my.
Disastrous killings. Torturing slaves of mankind. Unknowing. Forsaken by christ. Victims torn apart. And brutally savaged. Pieces of blooddripping flesh.
Well I'm sitting on a seasaw seat. Thinking seasawing would be neat. And I can't find a friend to sit on the other side. Yes, I tried it all alone. But I crashed down like a stone.
Some things are easy. Some things are not. Some things I remember. Some things I forgot. I remember how to brush my teeth. And how to touch my toes. But now I've got this problem and I can't see how it goes.