I just got out of the nervous hospital. I reckon I's needin' to make some new friends. I reckon I'ma have to get used to lookin' at purdy people, and I reckon I'ma have to get used to them a lookin' at me. Mmmm Hmmm.
Mustard and biscuits, french fried potaters(the big'uns),potted meat(w/peckers and lips), readin' magazines and eatin' hard candy. I like to tinker around on lawnmowers too and help that little feller tote his sacks of warsh, if I don't give out first. Mmmm Hmmmm
Me and that boys made friends, I reckon I could use me a few more.
I don't rightly know too much about music,hhmm. But I like listnin' to dem two fellers on that big show outfit. They like the way I talk and I like the way they talk, hmmm
'Dat Morris, he came up with this song 'dat went a somethin' like this:
I stand on a hill, not for a thrill,
but for the breath of a fresh kill,
and never mind the man who contemplates,
doin' away with license plates.
He stands alone anyhow,
bakin' the cookies of discontent,
by the heat of the laundry mat vent.
Leavin' his soul( then I drop down just a little off center and I go dot, dot, dot, kinda like in poetry)
and I go... Leavin' his soul
partin' the waters of the medulla oblongata
of (bbublbublbublbublbubl) Mankind!!!!
I thought 'dat was a good song 'till that mean feller Doyle kicked 'em all out. Mmmmmmm
I don't care to much fer the big picture,hmmm. Too many people in them screen houses, makes me nervous. I reckon I like Billy Bob Thornton's movies. Except fer Bad Santa. He ought not talk to that little fat feller that way,hmmm. If I was there I'd a got me a sling blade, and he wouldn't have bothered that little fat feller no more,hmmm. A'ight den
Diff'rent ones, The Bible, I reckon I understand a great deal of it, I cain't understand all of it, books on Christmas, books on how to be a carpenter. I never was no good wit history though. Mmmm Hmmm