You know that feeling? It's not deja vu, you swear it's real, not a brainchem fork, you're sure you hear that thing but you heard something just like it some while ago. That's what it is, it's a throughline.
Chim chiminy, sweep left sweep right a roo, keep sweepin and clean out your flue.
Ahh the great canyons, the unswept vistas, where the pigeons smell like hot dogs. And vice versa.
Get off your duffage and crinkle a carpet!
Hey wait, wasn't Ringo the oldest Beatle?
Hey bb, maybe we're just, you know, just
That place with the bear on the flag.
Yeah that's a bummer beb, but, like, now that you know it's never gonna re-work with that other person, yaknow, umm, like maybe you might...
Not much observed round these parts
Not quite true love, there's shades.
Hunka burnin' Elvis
