I'll float with you,
I'll gloat with you,
I hope I do not choke with you.
Sail away,
Sail away,
to that island in the sky.
Straight up my soul will fly,
(I've never been this high)
I hope I do not cry ...
Mysterious, mysterious.
Gets down to the best of us.
Them reptiles green ...
EATING MACHINE!
I truly hope that they're not mean ...
"Rob Roy!"
"Rob Roy!"
"Your such a little boy!"
" ... huuuuuuuh?"
"Robert Roy, I want you to get up, put on your tuxedo, clean the catbox, take out the garbage and wash the dishes before breakfast!"
"Yes, dear ... right away dear ... should I wear a cumberbun?"
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