The Seattle Star

With the birds and the beach and the lake and the river
You call and I come hither
When it’s day off and sun shine and everyone’s kind and time is slow and you know it in the Sunday Comix –
there is goodness in this life, goodness in this life.
Goodness in this life!

You viddy at the cheena, choodesny with the red rot libbilubbing litso-fitso. Devotchka watch her garbles Sunday with the Comics, split a ded from his deng deng. “Viddy viddy at the cheena! Girl loves me!”

No, there’s the Sunday Comics; I just get up and walk away. “If it ain’t broke, don’t try to fix…” Well, life’s supposed to be this way. Now everything is going wrong — I think I changed my mind again — I’m not sure if this is a song — I don’t even know what I’m saying —