Love Theme

Talking about fun, we didn't have no signal lights. An ice-trader, the darkest clothes I could find, and so nobody could see me. Yes, sir. Nothing like the challenge of crossing a dark, busy street. That don't sound like much fun to me.

Won't catch me quashing no dark street. No! No boots, Herbert. That's asking for it. That's bad, yeah. I ain't have to get it. That's bad. Then there wasn't all this through-fall about taking a treat set was pre-packaged.

Ahhh, I wish you could have seen the good slop at it. You don't ever taste let covered liquorous taffy, after a pop corned peanut orange, don't let peppermint divinity fudge all globbed together in one big, gritty, gooey wad.

Ohhh, man. Ewwwwww. No. Not like all this, this is the sanitary pre-wrapped goody-to-shoe stuff you get today. Of course, we used to get sicker than dogs who spent two, three days in bed. But it's worth it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. I don't care what you say, hang on, ain't nothing but wrapped up goodies. Yeah! Me neither! No! No! Wait! Well, I gotta see my TV shows now. You better get going with your tricking treatment.

Okay, my breakfast is over. Alright. Put all money on it.