Put in the film and sync up the flash Or you ain't gonna make no spendin' cash If you don't check those batteries over You ain't gonna be rollin' in the clover Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Just you finish cleanin' those lenses Let's see that dust fly off that 67 Get excess garbage out of the bag Go take those photos of that ol' hag Yakety yak (don't talk back) You just put on your coat and hat And walk yourself to the photomat And when you finish doin' that Crop those prints 'cause your a hack Yakety yak (don't talk back) Don't you give me no dirty looks Your PUG is hip; they knows what cooks Just tell your hoodlum model outside You ain't got time to take her ride Yakety yak (don't talk back) Yakety yak, yakety yak Yakety yak, yakety yak Yakety yak, yakety yak Regards, Bob.... -------------------------------------------------------------------- "Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy!" - Benjamin Franklin From: "Bruce Dayton" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Unlike the LX gang, we don't talk that often, but when we do, we talk > LOUD! The LXxxxxxen just talk alot. > > Wednesday, January 8, 2003, 3:06:01 PM, you wrote: > > MR> frank theriault <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > >>Well, LX owners are more sufferable than those in the vaunted "Brotherhood" (6x7 > >>owners, to you neophytes) - mind you, the Brotherhood has been pretty quiet > >>since Aaron left the list. <vbg>
