3x-xx-xx ep41 First Song - Roll Roll Rollin Along

Good job, don't it, Curly. Every time you pull up at this grill gate, you land your nagging that mud puddling splashed me all over. Just look at me. Oh, I'm sorry, Jack, but you're so full of mud all the time.

No one had noticed it there. No, Found you. I think you do it on purpose. Now I'm double sorry you feel that way. Gosh, I wouldn't play a dirty trick like that. Mm. Well, I'm sorry if I've hurt your feelings, but it looked powerful like it.

Well, being as how we're both sorry, let's have a tune and call it square. But don't let it happen again. It's so happy when you have music like that, who could stay blue? Oh, yes, of course.

You're just entitled to prevent a mud-slinging contest between Curly and Miss Elle. Watch it. You don't mean to tell me that you and Curly have come to the point of slinging mud at each other.

No, I'm just splashing at each other, Bob. Well, I know a better way if you must have mud get down and roll him. Oh, I got even a better way than that. Let's sing a song about rolling along.

Well, I will admit that's a cleaner way anyway. Come on fellas, start rolling. Yeah, come on, give me a hand. When careful to me, I'm never gloomy. I keep on singing a song. Though the clouds hang low, I'll have that wall and go roll, roll, roll, and along.

No need to hurry, no need to worry. The things are gonna go wrong. Like the birds that sing, a dream of spring as a roll goes on and along. Give me the moon for a blanket, give me the stars overhead.