MBF 5x.xx.xx ep27 First Song - Move It On Over

Mothors best flower brings your hand quilliums! I got a feeling called the blues, oh oh oh oh oh, just the babies take good line. Lord, I don't know what I do, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh Lord it's inside, oh oh, oh oh oh, good collegiate!

The millers are mothers best flower, mothers best farm feeds, and mothers best self-rising cornmeal, bringing the one and only love He loves sick blues boy Hank Williams, the mother's best music makers, and yours truly mother's best little boy.

Hey fellas, I'm glad to hear you hollabas. The sun is up and everybody's awake and around the go, ain't it? Yes sir. We got an oven full of hot biscuits, they'll raring even further. The aroma of mother's best biscuits is strong in the kitchen this morning and we're ready to go.

All you fellas, it's in the dog house, here's a little number. You got my sympathy. Move over short dog, lift it tall dog in. She won't let me sleep in the house. I came home last night.

I thought I had passed in and I gave you mine. She wouldn't let me in. So just move it on over. Move it on over. Move it on over. Move it on over. I go over short dog, because I told her.

Move it man. But she told me not to play around. But I've done let the deal go down. So, told it on over, Move it on over, Drag it on over, Move it on over, And go over, Nice dog cause I mean dogs, Move it, yeah, Hey boy, Or key it don't fit in more,