Nobody knows, they haven't found him yet.
Was it my knees Do I have terrorist's knees Oh, the bomb. Not the knees then That's good.
If it's waning you'll get weally weally wet.
In the foliage.
A natural log.
You hide in a field and make carrot noises.
As if she's going to lay there and be swayed by some new buck.
Because he was always spotted.
