Why you bone-headed, square-toed, tank-town boobs, I been tryin' to tell ya. Can't you get it through your heads that this music fella's givin' you the double shuffle? He's puttin' the shake on ya. He's takin' out your eye-teeth while you're lookin' the other way. I'll tell ya what I'm sayin'—There's a burglar in the bedroom while you're fiddlin' in the parlour!
Meredith Willson
