BBBC Presents: Afternoon Delight

Alrighty, take care

*backatchya*



Here's the Pixies...

Where Is My Mind?


Ooooooh - stop

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind (3x)

Way out in the water
See it swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the Carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me to me to me

Where is my mind (3x)

Way out in the water
See it swimmin' ?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind (3x)

Ooooh
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Ooooh
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Ooooh
Ooooh

//crawls into the studio

Ungh...

Hey Casper! So nice of you to show up!



So, how'd it go?

Well...

I was talking to her, and just thought: "No."

"No. Wrong turn. Don't."

Aha! Good move. It's always best to trust your instincts in these matters.

Have you ever had the same thing?

I was talking to her, and physically I thought, "Do it, do it, do it," but somewhere in the middle I just let out a yawn. It was pretty painful. Very un-me.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Some things just aren't meant to be.

Maybe we should hear a little Doris Day...

Que Sera Sera

When i was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, 'What will i be?
Will i be pretty?
Will i be rich?'
Here's what she said to me:

' Que Sera Sera,
what ever will be , will be;
The futures not ours to see .
Que Sera Sera,
What will be, will be'

when i grew up and fell in love,
i asked my sweetheart, 'what lies ahead?
will we have rainbows
day after day?
here's what my sweetheart said:

que sera, sera,
whatever wil be ,will be
the future's not ours to see.
que sera, sera,
what will be; will be

now i have children of my own
they ask their mother what will i be
will i be handsome?
will i be rich?
i tell them tenderly

que sera, sera,
whatever will be, will be;
the future's not ours to see.
que sera, sera,
what will be, will be.

Wise words from Doris Day.

It was funny. As I was talking to her, I realized I was in love with someone else. Very strange realization. Suddenly, I thought, "Wrong turn. Gotta back off, gotta back off."

Well you missed a really exciting radio show.

Okay, not really, it was fun though, although i get the feeling that the majority of our audience has turned us off.

Yeah, well...

What happened?

Eh, not much. Played a bunch of my favorite tunes, did a trivia question, talked to B'omarr a bit, you know same old thing pretty much.

It's time to say goodbye. Even though no one is listening.

Hey, I feel strangely happy. I think.

Anyway, thanks for tuning in, hasta la pasta!

Yes, it looks like it's about time for us to sign off.

Maybe we should help get the evening show started.

Ah-grayd.