Wreckin' On The Dock Of The Bay

Sittin’ within the morning solar

(oops)

I like wreckin’ ’til the night comes!

 

Stuffin’ some flotsam in.

Seize one other cake and do it once more.

Yeah…

 

I am thinkin’ they’re going to be dockin’ my pay.

I assumed that is what they needed to say!

Oooo -oo -oo -ooo

I am thinkin’ they’re going to be dockin’ my pay…

Meh, appears effective. (Hiiii-iiine.)

 

The cake you need’ll bore ya.

Thought I might go a disco method.

 

I received nothin’ towards George.

It is simply I am bored with frosting him all day.

So…

I am thinkin’ they’re going to be dockin’ my pay.

Nobody might learn the French, anyway!

Ooh!

Possibly they’re going to be dockin’ my pay…

Nah, it is effective.

 

Fortunately, our trustworthy Wreckporters — Laurel G., Anna C., Kate P., Stacey W., Sammi Okay., Kathryn R., Tub C., Sylvie C., and Teresa P. — weren’t losing time. Now, I believe I am supposed to finish this with harmonic whistling, so right here goes…

::whistles badly for 3 seconds::

Nope, hold on, I discovered a prettier choice:

A rainbow whistling tea kettle? YES PLEASE.

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