Famed singer Don Ho just died.
And it clearly raises the question:
Was he a nappy haired Ho?
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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Tiny bubbles
In the mind
Make you feel dizzy
Make you feel dyin'
Ho ho ho.
He was from Hawai'i.
He was a pineappy-haired Ho.
-- Lamont Cranston
Psstttt...NoOprah's obsessed with hoes, pass it on...
I'm wondering- when they lay Don to rest, is it gonna be a Ho-down?
When you hoe it down
And scratch your grabble
To Dixieland
I'm bound to trabble
Look away
Look away
Look away
Dixieland.
Honest to God, that's the third verse of Dixie.
A ho-down? Ho-pefully!
I scratch my grabble in the morning when I wake up.
You can get a medicated cream for that, you know.
Grabble cream?
Yup, cuts down on the itch. (Might help with the rash, too.)
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