ELIE SAAB Haute Couture Spring Summer 2014 Fashion Show

  • SumoMe

Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes – it’s a duck blur. You might solve a mystery or rewrite history – Duck Tales, Oo-oo! Tales of derring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo! D-d-d-danger, watch behind you – there’s a stranger out to find you! What to do? Just grab onto some Duck Tales, oo-oo! Not pony tails or cotton tails but Duck Tales, oo-oo! When it seems they’re headed for the final curtain Bold deduction never fails, that’s for certain The worst of messes become successes!

My bologna has a first name, it’s O-s-c-a-r. My bologna has a second name, it’s M-e-y-e-r. Oh, I love to eat it every day, and if you ask me why, I’ll say: ‘cuz Oscar Meyer has a way with b-o-l-o-g-n-a. How’s that?

We got a right to pick a little fight, Bonanza! If anyone fights anyone of us, he’s gotta fight with me! We’re not a one to saddle up and run, Bonanza! Anyone of us who starts a little fuss knows he can count on me! One for four, four for one, this we guarantee. We got a right to pick a little fight, Bonanza! If anyone fights anyone of us he’s gotta fight with me!

Don’t go to bed, with no price on your head. No, no, don’t do it. Fon’t do the crime, if you can’t do the time, yeah, don’t do it. And keep your eye on the sparrow, when the going gets narrow. Don’t do it, don’t do it. Where can I go where the cold winds don’t blow, Now. Well, well, well.

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  1. Joseph says: Reply

    Well we’re movin’ on up, to the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin’ on up, To the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie. Fish don’t fry in the kitchen, beans don’t burn on the grill. Took a whole lotta tryin’ just to get up that hill. Now we’re up in the big leagues, gettin’ our turn at bat. As long as we live, it’s you and me baby, There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Well we’re movin’ on up, to the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin’ on up, to the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie.

    1. Aziz Rahman Aji says: Reply

      What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, there’s a heart, a hand to hold onto. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go. There’s a face of somebody who needs you.
      Everywhere you look, when you’re lost out there and you’re all alone, a light is waiting to carry you home, Everywhere you look. Everywhere you look.

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