My dreams are dreams of black and white.
I dream of the late Cool Hand Luke,
And Big Daddy in the rain.
I dream of Hepburn, where it's hot,
Of Skelton upon his stage.
I dream of Jeannie,
Of Lucy's man,
Of Hitchcock's crazed suspense,
And of my freckled friend, named Opie,
Relaxing with Papa Griffith.
Jethro swings from chandeliers,
As daddy fends off fiends.
Granny ***** that little hand,
Signaling the end.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 12:22 PM UTC
My dreams are dreams of black and white.
I dream of the late Cool Hand Luke,
And Big Daddy in the rain.
I dream of Hepburn, where it's hot,
Of Skelton upon his stage.
I dream of Jeannie,
Of Lucy's man,
Of Hitchcock's crazed suspense,
And of my freckled friend, named Opie,
Relaxing with Papa Griffith.
Jethro swings from chandeliers,
As daddy fends off fiends.
Granny ***** that little hand,
Signaling the end.
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