For my Belle's Michelle and Sherri Lynn
I don't know how the rest of the world will get their kicks Here's to my Southern Belle ringing in Twenty Twenty-Six I don't know where to, thoughts of my Northern Belle will carry But I'll be merry with a glass of, and with my reverie of Sherri And both of you are with the heavenly choir, singing and spieling I look to the new year and to hear my Belle's clapping and pealing
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