You can't tell a hotel by its room service.
You can't read a book by its color.
You
can't stop the bulldozers.
An omnibus of observations from the San Fernando Valley and beyond.
You can't tell a hotel by its room service.
can't stop the bulldozers.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
And surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
And gies a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
for auld lang syne.