Burchfield Nines Full Lyrics
Dan expands like Gildersleeve:
"You salty dogs, it's New Year's Eve."
The Dali drools, the Hartley shines,
But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.
The artist weeps, the agent smiles;
I'd like to learn to box like Miles.
We're all such funny valentines,
But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.
The women purr like Cheshire cats
And Mr. T. breaks out the V.A.T.
And on the box Bird tingles spines,
But all I see is those Burchfield Nines.