We've got nothing,
got nothing in common,
but nothing in common.
Whatever you've heard,
you're on there, I'll go.
Now if you mean talent,
then your reasoning's fine.
I don't mean money,
watch it,
cause that's just where you shine.
On the fairway,
I swing such a rare way
Into my pocket,
you keep slashing the fairway
From under the ball
Let's part, be real smart,
and not start with this mish -mash
Cause outside of thinking
that you're singing in tune
And outside of thinking
you're this year's Pat
Boone Harlan
Husky's my boy
We've got nothing in com
mon at all
We've got nothing,
got nothing in common
But nothing in common
We're sorry to stay
The roads we travel
The large laps with L 'amour
It's sad
Those days are over
Oh, now, wait a minute, Dad
Don't be so sure
That's right TV's want them.
They got them.
They're gonna re run them.
Ouch.
We look like the Bobsy Twins.
I'm gonna shun them.
Mm -hmm,
cuz they'll be on too late.
Yeah, you'll have your
Shaw and your Ovaltine
by then.
The road picks were such kicks,
but let's nix any Encores
Cuz outside of still look
ing youthful and cute
and outside of stealing
all that paramount
Louie grabbed a bundle of bandits.
We got nothing in common at all.
Simply stated, the tones we've created,
a wild moose just made it,
could never approach.
He'd get drummed out of the herd.
Ho hum, that's it chum,
we have come to the wind up.
Cuz outside of having a
friendship that's fast,
and with Cleveland and Pittsburgh,
we'll both finish last.
Not again.
We've got nothing in common at all,
at all, at all.
We've got nothing in common.
Say, Dad, you want to go for the big finish?
You want to grab the high one?
Tony Bennett hasn't
got a spire around here, has
Oh, John Charles Thomas
will fuss a little bit.
Let's go, hon. nick it.
Get my oxygen and we'll go.
At all.