Verse 1:
From the day we departed, I felt a deep dread...

A man riding hell-bent for leather,
Was wondering who was the better...

Little one,
I make my vow to you...

1st Verse:
I wake up in the morning, looking at the empty...

Look at that baby, what a fool,
We all have fun at free-time, it practically...

Look at him,
With that blubber gut...

Whisk of the wind,
Something is about to begin...

Love is pure, not unlike gold,
If you revel in her beauty, you will never get...

Your sentimentality,
Has always reached out to me...

Fresh bananas, sliced thin,
Three scoops of ice cream to begin...

The air, you can not see,
But you can taste it, it has a smell...

Sad faces are the norm,
Unhappy hearts that feel harmed...