10 Timbuctoo

Marvin Hamlish. What must be you, huh? Oh, this is Marvin Hamlish. Now I'm going to sing you a song written by my good friend Harry Ruby. It's called, uh, Timbuktu. Are you ready to play this?

Always ready. Mm? Long ago when the ome and the ome said that they left the cousin of the duke of Buckingham. His friends knew Buckingham to be a sport. So they cut their hand and called them buck for short.

One day bucked on a little clock and he whispered ducky dear, and my axes flouting twill, please marry me, my dear. She replied I would be your bride, but there must be no delay, so they wore a buckled up that day.

Soon they had a little bucks and all how fast they grew. There was one buck, two bucks, three bucks, four bucks, No one knows how many more bucks. Mrs. Buckwood played the ukulele every model to.

And while old man Buckwood was singing, all the bucks were bucking me. When they had eggs for breakfast, Buck was out of luck. He eats buckwood, he doesn't hate. It doesn't cost a buck. The landlord came to raise bucks rent, but he couldn't raise his suit.

So he backed out the motor truck, he said good-bye, said good-bye. And he said good-bye. You say goodbye to Timbah, Timbah. I'm off to a few words and everything.

It's such a crazy song I wasn't making.