Happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
Happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
I'm so happy for you baby
Now that you've found somebody new
I see it in your eyes, Lord it's no surprise
What he can do for you
But when I look back baby
When I look back to what we had
And I know I'm countin' good times
But there were just as many bad
And so I wish you
Happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
Happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
There's a lesson here to learn when your baby ups and leaves you
Carry on, don't feel concerned even though you're so much in love
You need a little help from above, oh
Happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
Happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
Oh ain't no foolin' with you baby
Only the words are hard to find
You got me tremblin' at the knees
Answer won't you please
Before I lose my mind
This is our fifth year baby
And I feel like I'm in jail, Lord
I'm holding on to this card
Can't seem to get it in the mail
And the card reads ...
Happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
Happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
Ooh yeah, happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
Ah yeah happy anniversary baby
Got you on my mind
Oh, have a happy anniversary
'Cause I've got you on my mind
Always on my mind
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Beeb Birtles / David John Briggs / Gerard Bertelkamp
Happy Anniversary lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
C.: Okay everybody, let’s hide. My husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken will be home shortly, and I want to surprise him with this anniversary party.
HI T., SURPRISE! Happy anniversary, baby.
T.: Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya very much. Now, if y’all will excuse me, I don’t feel well. I think I’ll go lie down.
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Make me, oh, make me, Lord, more than I am
Make a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptation belowI
've got the will, Lord, if you've got the toe
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the rightS
traight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Bring on the brothers who've gone on before
And all of the sisters who've knocked at your door
All the departed, dearDoved ones of mine
And stick 'em up front in the offensive line
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of lifeE
nd over end, neither left, nor the right
Straight through the sun of them righteous uprights
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
Yeah, dropkick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life
End over end, neither left, nor the right
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Paul Charles Craft
Dropkick Me Jesus lyrics © Screen Gems-emi Music Inc., Black Sheep Music
C.: T., what’s the matter with you? It’s our second wedding anniversary. Like the first anniversary, the proper second anniversary present is paper, so I showered you with money. I even got my former band, the RoCKats to perform for us, since Ralph’s still on short tour with Beauty and the Glowfish. They’re on the POTC tour.
T.: Ralph and his band are playing on your home planet?
C.: No. They’re playing the back allies in Port Author, Orange, Taylor Lake and Conroe.
T.: Anyway…You did, shower me with my money. I suppose that’s how you paid for the band as well, isn’t it?
C.: Is that why you’re acting like a queen cat? Texas is a community property state, so that, by definition makes it our money. Certainly we can enjoy the money that you earned, shook down other cats for and stole. It should bring us joy, so why are you listening to d.c.’s favorite sad song?
T.: I appreciate the thought, but I think that you got your dates confused.
C.: I did? I invited d.c., Mom and Dad,
Triple T,
d.c.
My thirty-third cousin twice removed ELAC
My forty-fourthcoustin four times removed, Penny
The mysterious one-armed man
and even Yetta Nather to come to our second wedding anniversary party, and they all showed up. This must be the right date.
T.: How did you word the invitation, Cal.E.?
C.: I said, “Please join my husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken and me to help us celebrate the anniversary of happiest occasion of our lives.
T.: So, no mention of it being our wedding anniversary?
C.: No, why?
T.: Cal.E., don’t you remember that I refused to get married on this date because it was the anniversary date of my only loss as a cat fighter, to you when you dropkicked me through the goalposts of life in an exhibition cat fighting match?
C.: Oh, yes. I do recall that now, but that was an exhibition. I feel like a
But... You’re still undefeated as far as the official records are concerned. Besides, the Cat Olympics start this weekend, and we must leave for Paris tomorrow night. We couldn’t celebrate our anniversary on its proper date even if we wanted to. Not with all our friends, anyway.
T.: That’s another thing, Cal.E. I’m not supposed to associate with any members of the members of the Triple T Cat Cartel per the terms of my parole from The Kennel. The leader of that cartel being here at Wayne Manor could create trouble for me with Animal Control.
C.: Oh, suck it up, buttercup. I mean, what are the odds of Animal Control coming to Wayne Manor on the exact night that we’re celebrating our second wedding anniversary? I calculate the odds of that happening within the margin of error for a mathematical equation.
T.: Well, you’re now really good at math after staring at a container of orange juice in may refrigerator that said “concentrate’ on it for ten hours, and two percent is a really low chance that anything will happen. I might as well go enjoy myself…
(Tweet) ANIMAL CONTROL! This is a raid! Everyone keep your hands and your front paws where I can see them!
d.: Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Tune in tomorrow to find out what happens to Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken and if he and Cal.E can still make it to the Cat Olympics in Paris, right here on CAl.E.’s Korner.
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