3x-xx-xx ep56 First Song - Driftwood On The Sea Of Dreams

In Arizona! And there is the man, my dog, with the claws on my lips overhead. And when I go tired and weary, I stand and grasp for my face. Oh, get, get, get, get.

Oh, what's the matter, Curly? Who's been picking on you now? Ain't nobody been picking on me? I'm just trying to pick out a song so I can sing to the boss in his friend.

Well, after all, Curly, if you haven't got respect for the boss, you must respect his guest. Who says I ain't got respect for the boss? I tell you, I was just singing a little love song.

Oh, for a pinto, Pete's sake, boy. Sure, how real love songs sound. Will you? Come on. Give it to me. Pretty fellas, but I still think my song was better. Well, you wouldn't be you if you didn't.

Personal? I don't like it a little bit. You wouldn't be you if you did. Personal, I think I'm a pretty good singer, even bar and dislikes, Mr. Gatt. Well, to me, it sounded like a piece of driftwood floating on a sea of dreams.

The ship of dreams still drifts back to me, but to send sweet heart. Driftwood from the ship of dreams still drifts back to me.

All that's left to me it seems, From the used to be Herbs of dandiputus, since we've lifted up far Mow'sly heart! He's in his sort of a sentimental mood, eh? Well, that speaks well for a pleasant little party.

Well, I'm afraid you'd change your mind, boys, If you'd heard Curly's spouting here just before you came in. So you don't mean to tell me that he was a practised and dense? No, worse! No.