Showing posts with label Stan Freberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stan Freberg. Show all posts

Monday, June 04, 2012

Why my arms are always sore

It's not easy going around all day, every day with your arms in the air, making every interaction a show tune -- and not only that, but performing the entirety of your life as a never-ending grand finale.

Frankly, if I could put my arms down, I would listen to some Stan Freberg as I drank a cup of Butternut coffee and gazed at the Omaha Moon.

Which, unfortunately, also shines on those hillbillies in Council Bluffs, Iowa, where the meth-ravaged, trailer-dwelling populace routinely tolerates gnomelike Mexican dwarfs dumping all their Butternut into the Mighty Mo and hanging the empty tins in the city's trees.

Ahamo! AAAAAAAAAAA-haaaaaaaaaaaaa-MOOOWWWW!!!

Monday, August 03, 2009

Omaha Moon

Omaha Moon keep shining, on Omaha keep shining down.

We’d like it if you wouldn’t shine on Council Bluffs, or for that matter any other town.

Omaha Moon we heard that

You shined on Cedar Rapids last June.

We’ll thank you to remember that you are a one-town moon;

Don’t forget your name is Omaha Moon.

Moon over the Missouri River,
Omaha riverfront