Oh, I work for a mover, right here in Hollywood. I'll pull up my truck, and you know it's all good. I had to move Drew Carey, and it was real queer. He did have no belongings, just a million cans of beer.
Last September, I had a stressful day. I had to pack my stuff and move away. But what they want, oh man. I couldn't fit my fat ass in the van.
I had to help a friend move, he worked in the coal mines. Because of doctor's orders, he had to move to warmer climes. It really turned out badly, I know I shouldn't whine. But I was arrested for transporting a minor on estate line.
Maybe this is a hoedown, I'll do real good this time. Hey, this is easy, I'm really starting to rhyme. It's going great, boy, I hope I have some luck. 'Cause last time, I messed up and said a word that rhymes with duck.
A word that rhymes with duck!