my shoe I can be the god you never knew. And waft and wind my
way through you No, Luke, I am your father! Well, sort of like your
uncle, rather, and kink it till it's juice no longer flows To be or
not to throw the rocks away, but gather.
DON'T PRESS THAT but............ I'm a Boogah, We Are Boogahs, all.
Dancing the Boogah 'neath the big Disco Ball.
he shakes the snow out of his hair