(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
. Smith and Mr. Brown. Don't let the years get you down. 'Cause life ain't begun, until you're forty, son. That's when you really start to go uptown And don't wish that you were a lad. While boy
the desk clerk well at the Paradise Motel. And he calls me Mr. Smith. When ever I check in. He winks and grins at the latest Mrs Smith I'm with. Now he probably won't believe it's true. When he hears I