“The Musician said he wanted us to check this place out, Hucka Doobie. Oh wait, he’s started.”
Look at me
Who am I supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to be?
Look at me
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be?
Look at me
Oh my love, oh my loveHere I am
What am I supposed to do?….
“I’m not sure I like it as good as News and Views for a hangout,” whispered the bee-person to Baker Bloch while The Musician continued his crooning. “Nice song, though. Who is it?”
“Who else?”
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Buster opened his lid to listen better. “Damn. What’s all that racket up there? Wednesday afternoon already?”
Sunklands 