Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Q. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Q, he called himself Q. Now, Q— he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
I thought living in a cave was supposed to be a lot cheaper — and dirtier. I’m kind of disappointed. I was looking forward to moving into a cave someday, when all my children disown me, and my wife politely asks me to leave the house or she’ll call the cops. Living in a puddle of my own filth overlooking a scenic ravine seemed like a great way to spend my final days, but it turns out I can’t even afford that.
Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Sir Digby Chicken Caesar. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Sir Digby Chicken Caesar, he called himself Sir Digby Chicken Caesar. Now, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar— he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
Have you ever had a dream that you, um, you had, your, you, you could, you’ll do, you, you wants, you, you could do so, you , you’ll do, you could, you, you want, you want them, to do you so much, you could do anything?