It’s five o’clock on a Saturday, the usual crowd shuffles in . . . (with apologies to Billy Joel)
Turn right at the fourth tree, that’s where you’ll find those sneaky snails.
Don’t let them see the trampoline, don’t let the see the trampoline.
So, all the time in the gym pumping iron is paying off, don’t you think?
They call me Mr. Tibbs!
You will have to Tri harder if you want to fly like this!
The star is here, the show can go on! Thank you, thank you!
Get out of my way, dinner’s on the table and I’m famished!
And with my cloaking device, no one will see me or know I’m pink.
Chris Botti’s a good player, but let’s face it, he’s no Miles Davis.