Joey Anderson at Dekmantel Festival 2016

They were four men living all together yet they were all alone. Sunday Monday Happy Days. Tuesday Wednesday Happy Days. Thursday Friday Happy Days. Saturday what a day. Groovin’ all week with you. In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Believe it or not I’m walking on air. I never thought I could feel so free. Flying away on a wing and a prayer. Who could it be? Believe it or not its just me. Today still wanted by the government they survive as soldiers of fortune. And we know Flipper lives in a world full of wonder flying there-under under the sea. Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale a tale of a fateful trip that started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship.

Come and knock on our door. We’ve been waiting for you. Where the kisses are hers and hers and his. Three’s company too. And we know Flipper lives in a world full of wonder flying there-under under the sea.

No phone no lights no motor car not a single luxury. Like Robinson Crusoe it’s primitive as can be! One two three four five six seven eight Sclemeel schlemazel hasenfeffer incorporated. So this is the tale of our castaways they’re here for a long long time. They’ll have to make the best of things its an uphill climb. He’s gainin’ on you so you better look alive. He busy revin’ up his Powerful Mach 5? The mate was a mighty sailin’ man the Skipper brave and sure. Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour a three hour tour. But they got diff’rent strokes. It takes diff’rent strokes – it takes diff’rent strokes to move the world? Movin’ on up to the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie! Sunny Days sweepin’ the clouds away. On my way to where the air is sweet. Can you tell me how to get how to get to Sesame Street.

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