Good Morning Mister Walka

GOOD MORNING MISTER WALKA

Good morning Mister WALKA
I come to see your DAUGHTA,
I hope it's not ah BOTHA,
Cause all I really wanted was a cold glass of WATA
And so, if it is not such ah BOTHA, Mister WALKA
I'd love to give her a QUARTA,
If she would give me a cold glass of WATA.
So, what do you say Mister WALKA? can I see your DAUGHTA, right away
Before LATA, if you may. And if it is not such ah BOTHA.
By the way, are you sure, you are  her FATHA, and not her BROTHA? For you sure act like her MOTHA. Oh shoot! MR. WALKA, why did I even BOTHA with you,
When I could have gone to AH-NOTHA.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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