I've got a song, it's a pretty good song, only one thing wrong with a pretty good song,
cause a pretty good song goes along and along and along and along and along and along and
along and along and along till it gets me red in the face.
Cause it ain't got no swallowing place, I can finish a sack of Cracker Jacks in fifteen
seconds flat and still keep conversation running fair.
I can kiss my darling sweetheart and hold half an hour and ain't half it when I come
up for air.
But darn this song, it's a pretty good song, only one thing wrong with a pretty good song,
cause a pretty good song goes along and along and along and along and along and along and
along and along and along and along like a dog on a marathon race.
Cause it ain't got no swallowing place.
Here's that tune, it's a pretty good tune, but I just ain't built like a rubber balloon.
It's a pretty good tune and a croon and a croon and a croon and a croon and a croon and
a croon and a croon and a croon and a croon and I can't keep up with the pace.
Cause it ain't got no swallowing place, now I can finish a sack of Cracker Jacks in fifteen
seconds flat and still keep conversation running fair.
When I kiss my loving sweetheart I can hold half an hour and I ain't half it when I come
up for air.
But darn this song, it's a pretty good song, only one thing wrong with a pretty good song,
cause a pretty good song goes along and along and along and along and along and along and
along and along and along and along like a dog on a marathon race.
Cause it ain't got no swallowing place.
No swallowing place.