Today we salute you, Mr. Horse-Drawn Carriage Driver. (Mr. Horse-Drawn Carriage Driver) You start your day with a 'tip tip' and a 'cheerio' which is odd because you're from Brooklyn. (Jolly old Brooklyn!) While most people sit behind a desk, you proudly sit two feet behind a four-legged manure factory. (uugghh!) No one knows the guts it takes to ride the subway to work dressed as a foppish dandy from the 18th century. (He's a foppish dandy) Blaring horns, profanity, vicious insults - all met with a courtly tip of your stovepipe hat. (Cheerio!) So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, buggy boy, because the way you say 'giddyup' makes us say 'whoa'! (whoa whoa whoa)
Last edited by Mike Matson; Feb. 21, 2010 at 07:21 PM.
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