“I’m listening to the sandman across the moon. He told me you ran away too soon.”
Me: Preforming Suspicious Minds and dancing for a hallway full of patients.
Patient: “Baby Cakes, you are full of some kind of fizzy juice and wiggle squirts.”
“Is that you singing? Sounds like there’s Bob stuck in your cob.”
“For the love of Four Seasons, cease and forget that song.”
“Take a love song from inside me for free.”
“I would hate to be on that album, Romans on Rice.”
“Break God your thing, duster of liberty, of thee I swing.”