Sometimes I Get So Depressed 'bout What

All The Woulda-coulda-shouldas Layin' In The Sun, Talkin' 'bout The Things They Woulda-coulda-shoulda Done... But All Those Woulda-coulda-shouldas All Ran Away And Hid From One Little Did.

I Opened My Eyes And Looked Up At The Rain, And It Dripped In My Head And Flowed Into My Brain, And All That I Hear As I Lie In My Bed Is The Slishity-slosh Of The Rain In My Head. I Step Very Softly, I Walk Very Slow, I Can't Do A Handstand-- I Might Overflow, So Pardon The Wild Crazy Thing I Just Said-- I'm Just Not The Same Since There's Rain In My Head.

Since My Fried Left Me,i've Got Nothing To Do But Walking.i Walk To Forget.i Walk,i Escape,i Get Further.my Friend Will Not Come Back,now I Am A Marathon Man.

A Hippo Sandwich Is Easy To Make. All You Do Is Simply Take One Slice Of Bread, One Slice Of Cake, Some Mayonnaise, One Onion Ring, One Hippopotamus, One Piece Of String, A Dash Of Pepper. That Ought To Do It. And Now Comes The Problem... Biting Into It!

There Are No Happy Endings. Endings Are The Saddest Part, So Just Give Me A Happy Middle And A Very Happy Start.