You've stolen mail... whoopie. I've stolen golden rings, diamonds as large as a giant's fist, and explosions form a pyromaniac.
No... you are not ready for the big leagues.
No... you are not ready for the big leagues.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day