3x-xx-xx ep65 First Song - Man On The Flying Trapeze

Pinto Pete in Arizona! First of all, it's my dog with the claws of my lamps overhead And we leave, I stand and dress for my pair Oh no!

Another minute like that, now lamb-based? You don't have any trouble with your mount, are you, Cooley? No, boss, because he feels a blame good, you get home, he just wants to walk! Hold it! Oh, hey!

I'm in there, boy! You touched your height, now you behave right! They want me long boys, you better loosen Curly's nerves with a little music. This is I see Curly on that buck and bronch, I just expect him to go flying in the air most any minute.

Or maybe land on his head and the bump might knock some sense into that stubborn old cranium. Maybe he thinks he's the man on the flying trapeze and you'll land in the net. Yeah, he's more liable to land in the heap.

Sun was happy, but now I'm foreign and foreign I'm frightened through the pencement swell I tried all I knew her to please But I never could please her one corner so well Like the man on the flying crepe Fly through the air with the greatest of these It would start graced for all girls

Even if it was made known Her boxers and a lotent tonight With him from two stories high He had lowered her down to the ground moon is flying trapeze.

He flies through the air with the greatest of ease. You'd think her a man on the flying trapeze. He does all the work while he takes his ease, and that's what may come on my love.