Gray Beard

You must not know about me, you must not know about me I could have another you in a minute Matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute, baby You must not know about me, you must not know about me I can have another you by tomorrow So don't you ever for a second get to thinking You're irreplaceable

Good read. I learned a few things about the XFL and I’m looking forward to watching some games. I hope they succeed. A few typos in Section 3 “Far Less Gimmicky”.

The parks where these permits apply are all downstate where getting away from light is a problem.

I have mixed feelings on this. It makes sense to have isolated places for stargazing, but they should probably be patrolled. Isolated places provide opportunities for prostitution, robbery, etc. Somebody has to pay to have the area patrolled. When the permit says for stargazing only, they are implying no parties, swimming, cooking, etc. The price seems steep to me, but I’m cheap and out of touch about such things.

C'mon now! Let's lock the door and throw away the key now (shom-dooby-dom, dooby-dom-dom) I can't wait to kiss you Oh, no! One little minute more

I want to show you the picture I drew When I was on the phone talking to you I made a heart and I colored it red Cause I want you here on my side of the bed I've been dreamin' since I was born And in my dreams I see eyes like yours I'll be the pillow where you lay your head If you'll come and sleep on my side of the bed

I'm called Little Buttercup, dear Little Buttercup, Though I could never tell why. But still I'm called Buttercup, Poor Little Buttercup, Sweet Little Buttercup, I! I've snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky, I've scissors, and watches, and knives; I've ribbons and laces to set off the faces Of pretty young sweethearts and wives

Are you asking about the long, drawn-out video review to determine if the ball was out of bounds, or something else?

Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by I say to myself you're such a lucky guy, To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true out of all the fellows in the world she belongs to me. But it was Just my imagination

Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me! Hit me! Das ist gut! C'est fantastique! Hit me! hit me! hit me! Hit me with your rhythm stick. It's nice to be a lunatic. Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

People dancing, people laughing A man selling ice cream Singing Italian songs Everybody is another Can you dig it (yes, I can) And I've been waiting such a long time For Saturday

Another Saturday night And I ain't got nobody I got some money 'cause I just got paid Now, how I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful way

She's gonna listen to her heart It's gonna tell her what to do She might need a lot of loving But she don't need you

Those happy hours that we once knewTho' long ago, they still make me blueThey say that time heals a broken heartBut time has stood still since we've been apart I can't stop loving youI've made up my mind

I’m not a fan of a player who is an “athlete” and doesn’t fit the mold of a traditional position player. DiMarco likes to describe himself like that. The “slash” type of player has never really caught on. There’s probably a reason.

I'm a walking in the rain, tears are falling and I feel a pain Wishing you were here by me to end this misery And I wonder, I wo wo wo wo wonder Why, why why why why why she ran away And I wonder where she will stay My little runaway, a run run run run runaway

I lay here at night, I toss and I turn Lovin' you so, how my heart yearns Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night Just a walkin' the floor thinking of you Smoke cigarettes and drink coffee too Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night I'm bettin' you're not losin' sleep over me But if I'm wrong, don't fail to call Come over and keep me company

I'm so dizzy, my head is spinning Like a whirlpool, it never ends And it's you, girl, making it spin You're making me dizzy

What it all comes down to Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine 'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is giving a high five

We fired our guns and the British kep a-comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they begin to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire our muskets 'Till we looked 'em in the eyes

She was gettin' bombed And I was gettin' blown away And she took it in her hand And this is what she had to say: A pearl necklace. She wanna pearl necklace.

Ruby lips above the water Blowing bubbles, soft and fine But, alas, I was no swimmer So I lost my Clementine Oh my darling, oh my darling Oh my darling, Clementine You are lost and gone forever Dreadful sorry, Clementine

So here we a-are in the Tijuana Jail Ain't got no frie-ends to go our bail So here we'll sta-ay 'cause we can't pa-a-a-a-ay Just send our ma-ail to the Tijuana Jail

When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we see No I won't be afraid No I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me

Green Acres is the place to be. Farm livin' is the life for me. Land spreadin' out so far and wide Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside. New York is where I'd rather stay. I get allergic smelling hay. I just adore a penthouse view. Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue.