Yesterday's post was written by my fever; do not even try to understand it. Anyway, I return to you rich in all three seasons of DuckTales, the highly-regarded cartoon documentary about the rich duck who swims in money. Do you know him? My feeling for his stout and sturdy duck body approaches the erotic; this is especially true when he is wearing his miniature striped bathing suit. Let us examine the theme song lyrics, which are fine poetry:
Life is like a hurricane
Here in DUCK-BURG
Racecars, lasers, aeroplanes
It's a DUCK BLUR
Might solve a mystree
Or rewrite histree
DUCKTALES, aWOO-OO
Every day they're out there makin'
DUCKTALES, aWOO-OO
Tales of derring-do, bad and good luck tales
D-D-D-Danger lurks behind you
There's a stranger out to find you
What to do, just grab onto some
DUCKTALES, aWOO-OO
Every day they're out there makin'
DUCKTALES, aWOO-OO
Tales of derring-do, bad and good luck tales, aWOO-OO
Not ponytails or cottontails, no DUCKTALES! aWOO-OO!
Did you enjoy that? Here is a Money Bin for you, go swim in it!
4 comments:
I am sending the link of the money bin to everyone, it's so cool.
Isn't it great? That man is a human classic.
Does anyone really know how Scrooge McDuck made his fortune? White swan slavery and duckpond sweatshops would be my guess.
Ralph Nader! You're here! I always knew this day would come.
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