I wonder how many people here tonight remember Hubert Humphrey. He used to be a senator. From time to time you read something about him pinning a medal
get to see your pretty smile Theres nothing on the radio- I fiddle with the dial Then i see a sign- the airports just another mile I check my bags and think about
Susan: Don't shout grouchy Oscar don't shout That's not what our singing's about So if you can't take The noise that we make Go back to your trashcan
Well I knew she belonged to someone else at the time But lonely look in women are a weakness of mine So I bought all she said about the love he never
ever imagined in your wildest dreams The secret of the crablouse Here's a message for the girls about vaginas And the consequence of fiddling with
lost my nerve, my fall was glorious The lawsuit was eternal and laborious My new material was only fair to middling Rome was burning and I did some fiddling
enough I stood up and said I resign. Don't wanna know about geography I'd rather have pornography Keep your history and geology Gonna teach myself biology, the easy way. (Fiddle Solo) Who
the second fiddle in her philharmonic hall but now I look out for numero uno and I don't play no violins at all I play the part of the man who crawls
this old fiddle could talk, if this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell You some wondrous things, talk to me fiddle
It's times like this that I've gotta crack a smile If about anything, than it's gotta be style, what happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do
This is what the life I used to be that little boy who always fiddled With good and bad, life's a joke and I would play the riddle I would just laugh
'all. The gospel's flex fit, yes it's one size fits all. From the murderer to the old lady who prays, to the man that's fit as a fiddle or the baby with
Guess, "Who's working on the fiddle?" Tell me, "Who works on the fiddle?" I'll tell you who works on the fiddle Ooh idle gossip Guess, "Who's just come
her tattoos down the pub She moshin' hard at all the concerts Know the names of all the boys in the band The rhythm section dreams about her Lady fiddle
the fun was intense; We all had to do What the people we knew Might be doing a hundred years hence... We talked about growing old gracefully, And Elsie - who
the fun was intense; We all had to do What the people we knew Might be doing a hundred years hence... We talked about growing old gracefully, And Elsiea??who
her/ I put a look of concentration on my face as I scribble on a napkin/ Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious about this mess of non-sensical
female company I met a girl alone and lonesome just like me We had coffee at a waterfront cafe she said her husband was a soldier far away And she talked about