Burchfield Nines

Lyrics

Dan expands like Gildersleeve:
 "You salty dogs, it's New Year's Eve."
 The Dali drools, the Hartley shines,
 But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.
 The artist weeps, the agent smiles;
 I'd like to learn to box like Miles.
 We're all such funny valentines,
 But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.
 The women purr like Cheshire cats
 And Mr. T. breaks out the V.A.T.
 And on the box Bird tingles spines,
 But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.

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Song Details

Duration
04:39
Key
3
Tempo
98 BPM

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