Why do we do this C.G. and I? Every night vegetables, Minds numbed up by THC. I've got my pen, C.G. the remote. Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at four
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang. I was hungerin' for some apple pie. Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit. Washed the sleep out
again. I don't believe in pinochle And I don't beleive I'll try. I do believe in Captain Crunch For I am the Frizzle Fry. Yes I am the Frizzle Fry.