Au Revoir Adios, Ciao, See Ya, Arrivaderci, Auf Wiedersehen. Hey, the week deserved a proper farewell.
Hey, I’m singing a new song. Check it out below.
If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands. — Douglas Adams
And to think, you wrote a song just about me. I’m flattered. One problem, I am boy you dummy.
The Metropolitan Opera auditions are next week. Look out Pavarotti.
Well, you know what my old pal Bogey used to say, right?
“Hey Stretch, how’s the weather up there?” “Beat it shorty.”
Monday is this way. Follow me. And be thankful you’ve survived another week.
Here little fishie, here little fishie. Come to uncle. (Translation below)
Actually I’m a bald eagle in disguise. And you know what day it is, right?