First Song-Youre The Top

Howdy Bing, what you gonna start off with today? Well I thought you might do the first song Rosie. Well I'm sorry partner, I'm still on my coffee break. Hmm, okay I'll sing then. This may be your big opportunity.

You never can tell when it'll come. At words, poetic I'm so pathetic, let I always had found it best, instead of getting them off my chest. Just let them rest. unexpressed I hate parading my serenade cause I'll probably miss a bar but if this did it is not so pretty at least it's gonna tell you

how great you are you're the top you're the coliseum you're the top You're the Lou Museum, you're the melody from a symphony by Strauss, you're a mental bonnet, Shakespeare's son at your Mickey Mouse, you're the nigh, you're the tower of pieces, you're You're the smile on the mona lisa I'm a worthless check, a total wreck can fly

But if baby I'm a bottom, you're the top, top You're a real gym band-aid Yes, you're the top, you're the bowling brandy You're the purple light of the summer night in Spain You're a national gallery, your bob hope salary, your cellophane A sublime, you're a turkey dinner You're the time of the derby winner

I'm a toy balloon, it's made it soon to pop But if baby I'm the body of the talk I imagine you're more or less of an expert on children's stories aren't you? Well yes, Ken, I think I qualify as a raccoon sure of Tails for Tiny Tots.

I tell lots of children's Tails to my kids. You have a large and receptive audience at home, I know that. I have a high Nielsen indeed. You want to get renewed next year for sure.