Say, "You don't know me or recognize my face". Say, "You don't care who goes to that kind of place". Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight. Too many runaways eating up the night Marconi
, he's a bird who sings. Butter paddle, buck 'n wing. Kid's got a winner bonafide hit. I'm gonna have my dinner on a spit. Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood Hoopla, humbug, howdy-do. Gonna make
matching tacks. Yes, a special beer for sports. (and paper cups that hold two quarts) Everything a nation needs. For making hoopla while it feeds. The trash compactors, small reactors,. Mowers, blowers
,. And anybody who thinks they know us doesn't know ***,. And they're probably just tired of hearin' it all the time,. On every song, every lyric, and every rhyme,. All the hoopla, all of the whoopdy whoop
