SinceThe70s

Oh man, I think the clock is slow What are you doin' this weekend? I don't feel tardy Class dismissed

Father Vyvian O'Blivion Resplendent in his frock Was whipping up the batter For the pancakes of his flock

Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?

100%. So is Looney Toons. I introduced my kids to Bugs and company when they were growing up and they laughed as much as I did as a kid.

Now if a 6 turned out to be 9 I don't mind, I don't mind

Jenny I've got your number I need to make you mine Jenny don't change your number Eight six seven five three oh nine

I just want to celebrate another day of livin' I just want to celebrate another day of life

What goes up must come down Spinnin' wheel, got to go round Talkin' 'bout your troubles, it's a cryin' sin Ride a painted pony, let the spinnin' wheel spin

No time left for you On my way to better things

I miss her sometimes, even though she was crazy (ol' girl) She was good for my mind (yes she was) She called me "baby"... all night long! Proud to have known... Lois Malone!

Where's my mule? Where's my forty acres Where's my dream Mr Emancipator

She caught the Katy And left me a mule to ride

Weird Al is a Brit? Full disclosure: I thought I stole that line from a friend, had no idea it was from Weird Al until you posted. Either way, sentiment fits.

She talks kinda lazy And people say she she's crazy And her life's a mystery Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes And nobody knows like me

Bus boy, bartender, ladies of the night Grease monkey, ex-junky, winner of the fight Walking on the streets its really all the same Selling souls, rock n' roll, any other day Workin' for a livin' (workin') Workin' for a livin' (workin') Workin' for a livin', livin' and workin' I'm taking what they giving 'cause I'm working for a livin'.

And I don't wanna be an old man anymore It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor Shaking booty, making sweet love all the night It's time I got back to the good life

Starry nights, city lights coming down over me Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown?

Nothingness All I have to feel is my loneliness Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest And nothing lasts forever

Have mercy, been waitin' for the bus all day. Have mercy, been waitin' for the bus all day. I got my brown paper bag and my take-home pay.

All my life, I've been searching for something Something never comes, never leads to nothing Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close Closer to the prize at the end of the rope

Could this be magic? Or could this be love? Could this turn tragic You know that magic often does And I see lonely ships upon the water Better save the women and children first

Looking forward to a night at the ballpark with the fam. Return of the black uniforms, Mets debut for Carrasco, free Lindor t-shirt and the Mets apparently landed Javier Baez - who I have been a big fan of since the no-look tag in the World Baseball Classic Assuming the deal doesn't fall through there's a good chance he gets some playing time tonight. Cubs are in Washington and there are direct flights hourly between Reagan and La Guardia. It's not inconceivable he could get to Citi Field in time for the first pitch. Flight time is shorter than my drive to Citi Field. LFGM!!

Myself.