Rock around now with us as we turn back the clock to 1946 for this atomic blast:
Anybody here... seen the Cleveland Rams?
Can you tell me where they've gone?
Seems the good, they just die young.
I just looked around and they're gone.
Yes, they don't make 'em like that anymore:
As we approached Twenty-Fifteen, I asked my mother, where will they be?
Will it be L. A. or Arden Hills, here's what she said to me:
Kay, puck-ah, puck-ah. We're chicken to face the truth,
Or stare at our squandered youth,
What will be will be.
September October Song
Oh it's a long, long way
May to November
And the jig is up, once we reach December.
...So these few days I'll spend with you.
See the moving van?
Baby get a clue.
"History does not repeat itself, but it does rhyme." -Mark Twain
You met another and Phfft! you were gone...
"No, you'll never hear one of us repeating gossip,
So you'd better be sure and listen close the first time." - Hee Haw