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My name is Fred Flintstone.
I live in a rock.
My wife is long-suffering.
My bird-camera talks.
I work in a quarry.
I bowl when I can.
I eat Fruity Pebbles.
I& #39;m a simple caveman.
I live in a rock.
My wife is long-suffering.
My bird-camera talks.
I work in a quarry.
I bowl when I can.
I eat Fruity Pebbles.
I& #39;m a simple caveman.
My name is George Jetson
I live up in space
My breakfast machine
Shoves my food in my face
A robot’s my maid
My car, it can fly
My dog speaks plain English
The future is nigh.
I live up in space
My breakfast machine
Shoves my food in my face
A robot’s my maid
My car, it can fly
My dog speaks plain English
The future is nigh.
The air is briny
The ocean’s deep
I eats me spinach
THEN beat up a creep
Don’t call me ugly
Though ugly I be
I’m Popeye the Sailor
You’re pleased to meet ME
The ocean’s deep
I eats me spinach
THEN beat up a creep
Don’t call me ugly
Though ugly I be
I’m Popeye the Sailor
You’re pleased to meet ME
A six foot tall rooster
With voice strong and coarse,
Often whacking that dog
With a wood plank, full force.
Foghorn Leghorn is I.
I’m of this farm’s employ.
I say this with pride.
I say...I say, boy.
With voice strong and coarse,
Often whacking that dog
With a wood plank, full force.
Foghorn Leghorn is I.
I’m of this farm’s employ.
I say this with pride.
I say...I say, boy.
I’m Elmer J. Fudd
I’m a huntsman by trade.
My speech? Imped’mented,
My plans? Most waylaid.
I roam these fine forests
Like a cop on the case.
Just shout “Duck Season! Fire!”
And I’ll blast off your face.
I’m a huntsman by trade.
My speech? Imped’mented,
My plans? Most waylaid.
I roam these fine forests
Like a cop on the case.
Just shout “Duck Season! Fire!”
And I’ll blast off your face.
I baby sat the “sprouts” today.
I promptly fell asleep.
They converse amongst themselves.
I never hear a peep.
Soon they will be all growed up.
Fifteen years will pass.
I’m Grandpa Lou from Rugrats,
And you can kiss my ass.
I promptly fell asleep.
They converse amongst themselves.
I never hear a peep.
Soon they will be all growed up.
Fifteen years will pass.
I’m Grandpa Lou from Rugrats,
And you can kiss my ass.
Scurry, hurry, underground.
Lamplight on my head.
Speech produces whistle sounds
With every “S” noise said.
Tunneled all one hundred acres
Of this cursed Wood.
You ask me “why, dear Gopher?”
I say “damn it...cause I could.”
Lamplight on my head.
Speech produces whistle sounds
With every “S” noise said.
Tunneled all one hundred acres
Of this cursed Wood.
You ask me “why, dear Gopher?”
I say “damn it...cause I could.”
My name is Pigpen
I’m covered in grime
A dust cloud surrounds me
Most all of the time
Still, pick me for baseball
Or for “tricks or treats”
Cause sure, I’m disgusting
But friendship defeats.
I’m covered in grime
A dust cloud surrounds me
Most all of the time
Still, pick me for baseball
Or for “tricks or treats”
Cause sure, I’m disgusting
But friendship defeats.
I& #39;m the one they call Goofy
The legend, the famed.
Spend mere seconds with me
You& #39;ll find: I& #39;m aptly named.
Got a matter to bungle?
Hell, I& #39;ll see to that.
Yes, I& #39;ll bungle said matter,
with my little green hat.
The legend, the famed.
Spend mere seconds with me
You& #39;ll find: I& #39;m aptly named.
Got a matter to bungle?
Hell, I& #39;ll see to that.
Yes, I& #39;ll bungle said matter,
with my little green hat.
Greetings, I’m Gumby.
My head has a crest,
Makes a fine silhouette,
And slopes always due West.
I’m friends with a horse
And I’m clay, thus QUITE “real.”
After learning all that?
You’re quite right to kneel.
My head has a crest,
Makes a fine silhouette,
And slopes always due West.
I’m friends with a horse
And I’m clay, thus QUITE “real.”
After learning all that?
You’re quite right to kneel.
