There was an old man of Madras whose balls were made of fine brass, so in stormy weather they both climb together, and sparks flew out of his eyes.
There was an old man of Madras whose balls were made of fine brass, so in stormy weather they both climb together, and sparks flew out of his eyes.
You just listen to the old pork chop express here now take his advice in a dark and stormy night when the lightning 's crash in a thunder is rolling in the rains coming down in sheets thick his lead
You just listen to the old pork chop express here now take his advice in a dark and stormy night when the lightning 's crash in a thunder is rolling in the rains coming down in sheets thick his lead
