Testi Soundtracks :: B

There is a sucker born every minute

Each time the second hand sweeps to the top

Like dandelions up they pop,

Their ears so big, their eyes so wide.

And though I feed ‘em bonafide baloney

With no truth in it

Why you can bet I’ll find some rube to buy my corn.

‘Cause there’s a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute,

And I’m referrin’ to the minute you were born.



Each blessed hour brings sixty of ‘em

Each time the wooden cuckoo shows his face

Another sucker takes his place,

And plunks his quarter on the line

To buy my brand of genuine malarkey.

God bless and love ‘em!

But don’t feel sad or hoppin’ mad or cause a scene

‘Cause there’s a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute,

But Ma’am you mighta been the minute in between.



If I allow that right here in my hands

The smallest living human man

The sight of that is surely worth a dime

If I present an educated pooch

Who’s trained to dance the hoochie cooch

What better way to waste a bit of time

If I imported monumental cost

A lady, fair, who’s head was lost

While crossing railroad tracks to pick some zinnias

Who eats farina through a hose

And wares pink tights instead of clothes

If that ain’t worth a buck my name ain’t Phineas



Aw you say that’s hog wash well who cares

You’ll buy my hog was long as



There’s a sucker born every minute

Each time the second hand sweeps to the top

Like dandelions up they pop,

Their ears so big, their eyes so wide.

And though my tale is bonafide baloney,

Just let me spin it,

And ain’t no man who can resist me wait and see

‘Cause there’s a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute,

And friends the biggest one excluding none is me!