Cause my brain is in it.

So you havent got drum, just beat your belly.

Of a stone

Down so hard,

Cant even think about it

With their fancy shiny instruments

And the world was dark,

On his toe!

It fell of and rolled away

Down

My hair is reddish blondish brown,

So we havent any cymbals-

One star is for Nebraska...

And bloomp! it bounced

And glunk! it landed

Night,

And I cant call to it

But Im told they look orange in th night.

Joey Joey took a stone

Cause w九-九-藏-書hile playing with my cousin

And rest for just a minute...

And though there may be orchestras

And Joe.

Well just slap our hands together,

And knocked

And all the colors I am inside

That sound a little better

Cause my eyes are in it,

Have not be九-九-藏-書en invented yet.

The

One star is for Minnesota...

Cause my ears are on it),

And I cant look for it

On this rock

And it always was Night,

But I forget which ones they are.

And the wind wouldnt blow,

My eyes are greyish blueish green,

By playing what weve got!

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Hey, were making music twice as good

Mama said Id lose my head

So I guess Ill sit down

And now its gone.

So I havent got a horn--ill play my nose.

And the cock wouldnt crow,

There are lots of other stars,

That cost an awful lot-

One star is for Alaska...

(Couldnt hear me 九九藏書anyway

One star is for North Dakota...

Night.

All because

In his backyard,

Today I guess it wasnt

But its silver when its wet.

And whoosh! it swizzled

And the corn wouldnt grow,

Pinkish yellowish white.

Sun!

If it wasnt fastened on.

My skin is kind of sort of brownish