My Eight-and-a-half Inches

Goulet

Nootbaar, where are you Nootbaar,
cat got your tongue Nootbaar,
damn little cat,
he's a stripped little cat.

Nootbaar, can you tell me one thing,
Nootbaar where do i go
to get a drivers license,
and where are the seatbuckles located
and how many ways can a chalkboard be used.
Nootbaar shine your shoes
its time to go to the whiskey house,
and Nootbaar shuckle down those grimmey's
and limply mustard that breadbutton,
ha har har har.

Nootbaar,
doens't trouble find out,
Nootbaar,
its a book and all ours,
Nootbaar,
sucker punch the slicker men,
they are all full of it.

Being Enlightened

Shazbot, nanoo, nanoo! (I don't know why but I'm reminded of Mork from Ork for some reason.)