Diabetic Restaurant
You can get anything you want at the diabetic restaurant. You can get anything you want at the diabetic, diabetic restaurant. You just walk righ in for your morning snack, you can get some cookies, or raisins in a pack (oh yeah). You can get anything you want at the diabetic restaurant. Potatoes is bread and the eggs is meat, at the diabetic restaurant. Coffee is free and so is the tea, at the diabetic, diabetic restaurant. But if you eat too much and your sugar shows, try our extra lente special and away you go! 'Cause...You can get anything you want at the diabetic restaurant. You can get anything you want at the diabetic, diabetic restaurant. You just walk right in for your morning snack, you can get some cookies or raisins in a pack (oh yeah). You can get anything you want at the dia----bet----ic---rest-----aur----ant
Camp Is Love
There is a camp in North Ontario. It's given me memories to spare. And in the summer, that's where I want to go, All my friends are there Blue, blue waters of Waseosa lake. Laughter floatin' on the breeze. Livin' lovin' beneath the summer sun. A paradise among the trees. Camp is, camp is, camp is love. You know that it's true. A home I love, beneath the stars above. Camp Huronda is love. Camp runs through my blood. Like a gentle flowing stream. It picks me up when I'm feeling down, and it helps me hold on to my dreams. Camp is, camp is, camp is love. You know that it's true. A home I love, beneath the stars above. Camp Huronda is love. And somewhere further down the road. When I'm a million miles from here. Thoughts of you, come rushin' over me, and I pray to God we'll all be back next year. Camp is, camp is, camp is love. You know that it's true. A home I love, beneath the stars above. Camp Huronda is love.
I Believe In Music
I could just sit around making' music all day long. As long as I'm making music I know I can't do nobody wrong. And who knows maybe someday I'll come up with a song. That makes people want to stop their fussin' and fightin' just long enough to sing along. ** I believe in music, I believe in love (x2) ** Music is love and love is music if you know what I mean. People who believe in music are the happiest people I've ever seen. So clap your hands, stamp your feet and shake your tambourine. Lift your voices to the sky, God loves you when you sing. ** I believe in music, I believe in love (x2) ** Music is the universal language and love is the key. To brotherhood, peace and understanding and living in harmony. So take your brother by the hand and sing along with me. And find out what it really means to be young and rich and free. ** I believe in music, I believe in love (x2) **
