laugh. Pushed back his clothes all around. Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles. Dance. He danced for those in minstral shows and county fairs. Throughout the south. He spoke with tears
eating out on the town. And make the whole dining room turn they head round. Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga. He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk. Who be riding up in the high rise elevator
Good evening, Mr. Bellows. Good evening, Mr. Bellows. Good evening, Mr. Bellows President, he's a pretty nice guy. I'd like to take him out to dinner sometime. Drive around in his motorcade
(Now, see here, Mr. Smith or whatever your name may be. ). (You seem like a pretty nice guy, so I would like you to listen to me,). (I don't want to butt into your business but I heard you