wanna go backwards even if I could But I still like bologna on white bread, now and then. And the sound of a whippoorwill down a country road. The grass between my toes and that sunset sinking low. And
Oooh, my little hungry one,. Hungry one. Open up a package of my bologna. Oooh, I think the toast is done,. The toast is done. Top it with a little of my bologna. Never gonna stop,. Eat it up
