Do ya wanna know a secret, Deanie darlin'!?

Well, if'n I do happy like a house a far, then yer the gal with the paradise touch! Yup, yer the kinna gal who kin take a hell 'n make a heaven outta it. Peace 'n hominy, 'ats my Deanie! Yer the gal I'd wanna take with me to a deserted island, an' hope ta goodness the marines never find us 'n land. Stick ta the shores o'Tripolly fellows 'n leave me be with my darlin' Deanie gal! Why, I'm sure ya'd have no trouble a'tall a turnin' the back of that closet a yourn inta a lil'bit a heaven, Wilma Dean. Jest so long as ya say "howdy" to yer ol'BuddE once 'n awhile, when yer a tossin' yer shoes in the back whar I'll be. I'll catch'em real proper-like 'n have'em spit polished a fore ya need'em again. Purty soon alla yer girly friends'll be a wantin' a closet BuddE jest like me, 'ats fer certain.

Hate ta tell'ya, Sweet-heart, but since the last time we spoke I've managed ta alienate the beauticians, communists 'n florists. Nice knowin' I ain't lost my touch, huh!? Sure hope ya got the flowers leastaways. Boy, orderin' them virginal flowers sure is easy on the pocketbook. Awww, I know I shouldn't have, but it's the thought 'at counts, right? Next, I'll be a sendin' ya a whole buncha them girly-scout cookies, 'cuz I always had a soft spot in my heart for them cute lil'girly-scouts 'n thar mint chocolate cookies. Also mighty fonda thar peanut butteroos, not ta mention a few a thar girly scout leaders, but 'at wuz way afore our reunion, darlin'!!!

Well, I hope I ain't upset ya, like I've been a managin' ta upset everyone else 'round heres. Jest tryin' ta be fascinatin' as usual 'n board rellyvant, all 'at the same time. Boy, darned if'n ya do n' if'n ya don't, now ain't that the gosipal trooth!? Oh, speakin' a which lil'Bible Thumper, I gots a metaphysical question fer ya....If'n without the Lord in our lives, we're butt dust, than what in tarnation's butt dust!?

Hmmmm, guess I better quit while I'm ahead, huh!? Well, jest wanted ya ta know I'm a thinkin' of ya somethang fierce as always. Oh, ya wanna know that secret!? Awwww, at's easy, darlin'!!! Listen...

do ya wanna know a secret?
Do ya promise not ta tell?
Closer, let me whisper in yer ear
Say the words ya long ta hear
Ready now!? Ok, then....
I'm in love wid ya, Deanie gal!!!

Now, since 'at ol'Beatle's song's so short 'n sweet, I'll
finish up wid one a the rarest songs ta be found anywhars 'round...'Ats right, a one of a kind, kinna song 'at also sums up my bad boy philosoppy...But first, Teacher, tell me what wuzza date of Elvis' very last concert!?

Whether I'm right or whether I'm thong
Whether I find a place in this world
Or never belong
I've gotta be me
I've gotta be me
What else kin I be butt what I am
Butt dust without the Lord is all!!!

Whether I'm right or whether I'm thong
I wanna live
Not merely survive
'N I won't give up the scene a life
'At teach me a lot
I've gotta be me
I've gotta be me
The thangs that I see
Make me what I am
Cover yer eyes, darlin'!!

Whether I'm right or whether I'm thong
The far away star
The world at its best
Is waitin fer us
If'n we kin reach that far
Quite a stretch, but we kin do it!!!

Whether I'm right or whether I'm thong
I won't settle down
Or settle fer less
As long as thar's a chance
'At I kin have it all
All a Deanie!!!

Whether I'm right or whether I'm thong
I'm goin' along
At's how it must be
I cannot be right fer some buddy else
If I'm not right fer this BuddE me
I've gotta be free
I've gotta be free
Darin' ta try
Or surely ta die
Prolly by firin' squad
I've GOTTA be me!!!!!

Well, darlin' hope ya liked the what must be purty near the only thong song in existance!!! Jest fer ya!!!

Love ya!!!
XOXOXO
Budd