The Lullaby of Chucklet
Hush little Charlie, don't you cry,
I'm gonna make a hot tamale pie.
And if that hot tamale pie don't cook,
I'm gonna buy you a new date book.
And if that new date book don't help,
You can give me a big fat yelp.
And if that fat yelp I don't hear,
I'm gonna open up a case of beer.
And if that beer don't make me crunk,
I'll stuff Barney in a steamer trunk.
And if that steamer trunk don't fit,
I'll make up a bowl of cheesey grits.
And if those grits don't satisfy,
Then you can munch on my tamale pie.
I love you Chucklet.
I'm gonna make a hot tamale pie.
And if that hot tamale pie don't cook,
I'm gonna buy you a new date book.
And if that new date book don't help,
You can give me a big fat yelp.
And if that fat yelp I don't hear,
I'm gonna open up a case of beer.
And if that beer don't make me crunk,
I'll stuff Barney in a steamer trunk.
And if that steamer trunk don't fit,
I'll make up a bowl of cheesey grits.
And if those grits don't satisfy,
Then you can munch on my tamale pie.
I love you Chucklet.
(a.k.a. Sally Mander, BT, BG, Chuck, Charlie Rose)
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