Chorus. To pack for camping there's just two rules,. Do we need it, is it cool?. Here's the stuff that we really need,. Just the bare necessities.. . Hunters dressed like Mata Hari!.
Ashley, what is that gizmo?. It's a backwards song box.. You take a song.. Feed it in this tube.. Turn this dial.. Press command B flat.. And out it comes, backwards!.
Panthelogy? What's that? Sismology? Beats me.. Rheumatology? Radiology? Musicology? Musicology!. . Chorus:. Play the funky, funky, musicology!. Play it on your radi-adi-adiology..
There is no greater love. Than what I feel for you. No sweeter song. No heart so true. . There is no greater thrill. Than what you bring to me. No sweeter song.
It's not the glow you feel, when snow appears. It's not the Christmas card you've sent for years. Not the joyful sound when Sleigh bells ring. Or the merry songs children sing.
There's a small hotel. With a wishing well. I wish that we were there, together. . There's a bridal suite. Two rooms, soft and sweet. I wish that we were there together.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,.
Hey let's have Mary-Kate and Ashley sing one guys!. Mary-Kate & Ashley: Ok, sure, great, we'd love to, sounds great.. . On the first day of Christmas,.
I don't know about you but I'm not through. 'Cause when we're wrinkled and gray. I hope there's still a kid in you,. Who wants to come out and play.. .
We've got cookies to make, we've got carols to sing. If we type while we bake we'll be done before Spring. Do we have time to buy Christmas dresses. Should we try to stuff the stockings, roast a ham and be in bed by ten?.
Something is enough to drive me insane. Who made up the rules to this silly game?. It's no fun at all. Wishing he would call. Standing around hoping for some guy to drop the ball.
I'll get it.. Yes?. Hello, my name's Railroad Bill, I'm an engineer for Amtrack.. Oh, hi.. We're runnung behind schedule today and we were wondering if we could take a short-cut through your living room..
Christmas time comes finally once a year. Reminding everyone that they should be of good cheer. Families gather by the tree and sing. About the happiness and brotherhood the season brings.
Mary-Kate, why are you planting that popcorn kernel?. I'm growing a popcorn tree.. A popcorn tree? No such thing.. Wait and see.. Gee, it grows fast..
Once upon a time there was a tavern. Where we used to raise a glass or two. Remember how we laughed away the hours. And dreamed of all the great things we would do.
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Are secretly unhappy men because. The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk. Get paid for what they do but no applause.