Que CreÃÂÂas
Skipping down the hillside gaily
looking like the flowers that bloom in May
Won't you make your reservation?
I will meet you at the station
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day?
Follow my lead, it is no wonder, I seem to be so high
Living my dreams the way I ought to
As the days go rolling by
See me strolling through the meadow
With you baby by my side
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day?
See the streamline blue horizon
With you baby by the way
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day?
You can
Every Body Hates Ned Flanders
F L A his name is Ned E R S it's a stupid name he's worse than Frankinstein
or Doctor Ngo you can't upset him evan slightly he just smiles and nods politely
then goes home and worships nightly his leftoriom is an imporiam of whoo
F L A don't yell at ned E R S his wife is dead everybody hates that stupid
jerk springfeild is filled with homers joyes slothing filling clubs with angry valintinos
you don't have to move your feet just hate flanders to the disco beat he's your perky
peppy nightmare neborghino if you dispite polite left handers I doght you'll like
ned flanders or his creepy little offspring Rod and Tod thats us huuray
F L A his name is ned E R S he is so white bread the smiling mostache geek who
walks with God!