3x-xx-xx ep42 First Song - Here Comes The Sun

I'm gonna love for you fellas at crown and round me every time we ride in. What's the matter?

Afraid I'm gonna beat you to the truck? No, Curly. You see, we think so much of you, and we know you're so weak from hard work on the range, we just sort of get around you to keep it from falling off yours.

Well, you need your father. I'm quite able to take care of myself. If I don't need braces... Well, maybe not, Curly. But I'll bet I know one thing you need, and that's music. Boys, how about playing a tune for our Bo-Laked Baby, huh?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Music like that makes me dizzy.

I just gotta sit down, cause I can feel myself whirling round like I'm in a dancing. Ha ha ha ha ha. It just shows you're getting old, partner, when you lose your sense of balance.

Ha ha ha ha. Come on, your big stiff get up on your feet. Look, here comes the sun. But I'd much rather have the moon. Well, you take what you get like it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

With the Buttercup, come on, get up, get up, hear, come a night time. It has a boy, here comes the boss.

Did I use someone singing something about the sun? Yeah, these ugly arm braids thought I was in a bad way and hung out the sun to cheer me up for you. Well, I can't think anything to compare with the sun for cheerfulness outside of perhaps some fine music like you fellas to give us.

Yes, since you were so generous, boys, to pay a nice compliment like that. Let's make it a mutual admiration society and say that your poems come powerful close to fill in the bill. It's the fever of the moment, Dr. Curly.