Saturday, April 10, 2004
Buncha clowns
Let me tell you one thing. If the world ever gets in a hopelessly unsolvable crisis, the likes of which have never been seen, we certainly won't be able to count on children's songs to do anything for us. Those things are alarmingly irresponsible. "London bridge is falling down, eh? Well, what could I possibly do to save all those endangered motorists? I know. I'll go tell my fair lady about it in a sing-song voice." Now that's what i call getting things done. Listen, folks: large-scale transportational disasters are not a spectator sport.
I could go on, but someone just took the key and locked me up, locked me up, locked me up.
Let me tell you one thing. If the world ever gets in a hopelessly unsolvable crisis, the likes of which have never been seen, we certainly won't be able to count on children's songs to do anything for us. Those things are alarmingly irresponsible. "London bridge is falling down, eh? Well, what could I possibly do to save all those endangered motorists? I know. I'll go tell my fair lady about it in a sing-song voice." Now that's what i call getting things done. Listen, folks: large-scale transportational disasters are not a spectator sport.
I could go on, but someone just took the key and locked me up, locked me up, locked me up.
