I'll Pick Up My Papers, And Smile At The Sky.
I'll pick up my papers, and smile at the sky. I know that the hypnotized
If I could reach up an pick one star for every time you've made me smile, the whole evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.
When I'm driving down the highway I like to stick my head out the window, look up at the sky and smile, in case somebody's taking a satellite picture.
I will never lie to you.
I never lie when I have sand in my boots -- LaForge
I get up each morning, gather my wits. Pick up the paper, read the obits.
If I'm not there I know I'm not dead. So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed....
Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Whistle, and I 'll come to ye...
Well, all I know is just what I read in the papers. -- Will Roge