| Song | Love My Lips |
| Artist | Veggie Tales |
| Album | Veggie Tales: Silly Songs With Larry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Heinecke, Nawrocki | |
| I Love My Lips | |
| Narrator: | |
| And now it's time for Silly Songs with Larry, the part | |
| of the show where Larry comes out and sings a silly song. | |
| One day while talking with Dr. Archibald Larry confronts | |
| one of his deepest fears'. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips ever left my mouth, | |
| Packed a bag and headed south, | |
| That'd be too bad, I'd be so sad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I see, that'd be too bad, you'd be so sad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That'd be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Alrighty. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips said 'Adios, | |
| I don't like you, I think you're gross.' | |
| That'd be too bad, I might get mad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Hm, that'd be too bad, you might get mad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That'd be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Fascinating. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips moved to Duluth | |
| Left a mess and took my tooth. | |
| That'd be too bad, I'd call my Dad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh dear, that'd be too bad, you'd call your dad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That'd be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Hold it. Did you say your father? Facinating! | |
| So what you're saying is if your lips left you? | |
| Larry: | |
| That'd be too bad, I'd be so sad. | |
| I might get mad, I call my Dad. | |
| That'd be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| That'd be too bad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That'd be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Why? | |
| Larry: | |
| Because I love my lips. (makes noises in tune with his lips) | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh my! This is more serious than I thought. | |
| Larry, what do you see here? | |
| Larry: | |
| Um, that looks like a lip. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| What about this? | |
| Larry: | |
| It's a lip. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| And this? | |
| Larry: | |
| It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip | |
| It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip | |
| It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip, lip, lip | |
| liiiiiiiiiips lip lip lip | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Larry, tell me about your childhood. | |
| Larry: | |
| When I was just two years old, | |
| I left my lips out in the cold. | |
| And they turned blue, | |
| What could I do? | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh dear. They turned blue, | |
| What could you do? | |
| Larry: | |
| Oh, They turned blue. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I see. | |
| Larry: | |
| On the day I got my tooth, | |
| I had to kiss my Great Aunt Ruth. | |
| She had a beard and it felt weird. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| My, my, she had a beard | |
| And it felt weird? | |
| Larry: | |
| She had a beard. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh! | |
| Larry: | |
| Ten days after I turned 8, | |
| Got my lips stuck in a gate | |
| My friends all laughed' | |
| And I just stood there until the fire department came | |
| and broke the lock with a crowbar and I had to spend | |
| the next six weeks in lip rehab with this kid named Oscar | |
| who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn't | |
| even talk to each other until the fifth week because both | |
| our lips were so swollen and when he did start speaking | |
| he just spoke polish and I only knew like three words in polish | |
| except now I know four because Oscar taught me the | |
| word for lip, 'Usta'. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Your friends all laughed. Usta. How do you spell that? | |
| Larry: | |
| I don't know. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| So what you're saying is that when you were young? | |
| Larry: | |
| They turned blue, what could I do? | |
| She had a beard, and it felt weird. | |
| My friends all laughed......usta. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I'm confused. | |
| Larry: | |
| I love my lips! | |
| (Larry makes noises with his lips while Dr. | |
| Archibald tries to get his attention.) | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Uh, Larry. Larry. Wait Larry, Larry! That's about enough, thank you. | |
| (voice over of Narrator) | |
| Narrator: | |
| This has been Silly Songs with Larry. Tune in next week | |
| when we hear Larry say ' | |
| Larry: | |
| Have I ever told you how I feel about my nose? | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh, look at the time! | |
| (fades out with Larry continuing to make noises with his lips) |
| zuo qu : Heinecke, Nawrocki | |
| I Love My Lips | |
| Narrator: | |
| And now it' s time for Silly Songs with Larry, the part | |
| of the show where Larry comes out and sings a silly song. | |
| One day while talking with Dr. Archibald Larry confronts | |
| one of his deepest fears'. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips ever left my mouth, | |
| Packed a bag and headed south, | |
| That' d be too bad, I' d be so sad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I see, that' d be too bad, you' d be so sad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Alrighty. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips said ' Adios, | |
| I don' t like you, I think you' re gross.' | |
| That' d be too bad, I might get mad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Hm, that' d be too bad, you might get mad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Fascinating. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips moved to Duluth | |
| Left a mess and took my tooth. | |
| That' d be too bad, I' d call my Dad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh dear, that' d be too bad, you' d call your dad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Hold it. Did you say your father? Facinating! | |
| So what you' re saying is if your lips left you? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad, I' d be so sad. | |
| I might get mad, I call my Dad. | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| That' d be too bad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Why? | |
| Larry: | |
| Because I love my lips. makes noises in tune with his lips | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh my! This is more serious than I thought. | |
| Larry, what do you see here? | |
| Larry: | |
| Um, that looks like a lip. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| What about this? | |
| Larry: | |
| It' s a lip. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| And this? | |
| Larry: | |
| It' s a lip, it' s a lip, it' s a lip, lip, lip | |
| It' s a lip, it' s a lip, it' s a lip, lip, lip | |
| It' s a lip, it' s a lip, it' s a lip, lip, lip | |
| liiiiiiiiiips lip lip lip | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Larry, tell me about your childhood. | |
| Larry: | |
| When I was just two years old, | |
| I left my lips out in the cold. | |
| And they turned blue, | |
| What could I do? | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh dear. They turned blue, | |
| What could you do? | |
| Larry: | |
| Oh, They turned blue. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I see. | |
| Larry: | |
| On the day I got my tooth, | |
| I had to kiss my Great Aunt Ruth. | |
| She had a beard and it felt weird. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| My, my, she had a beard | |
| And it felt weird? | |
| Larry: | |
| She had a beard. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh! | |
| Larry: | |
| Ten days after I turned 8, | |
| Got my lips stuck in a gate | |
| My friends all laughed' | |
| And I just stood there until the fire department came | |
| and broke the lock with a crowbar and I had to spend | |
| the next six weeks in lip rehab with this kid named Oscar | |
| who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn' t | |
| even talk to each other until the fifth week because both | |
| our lips were so swollen and when he did start speaking | |
| he just spoke polish and I only knew like three words in polish | |
| except now I know four because Oscar taught me the | |
| word for lip, ' Usta'. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Your friends all laughed. Usta. How do you spell that? | |
| Larry: | |
| I don' t know. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| So what you' re saying is that when you were young? | |
| Larry: | |
| They turned blue, what could I do? | |
| She had a beard, and it felt weird. | |
| My friends all laughed...... usta. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I' m confused. | |
| Larry: | |
| I love my lips! | |
| Larry makes noises with his lips while Dr. | |
| Archibald tries to get his attention. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Uh, Larry. Larry. Wait Larry, Larry! That' s about enough, thank you. | |
| voice over of Narrator | |
| Narrator: | |
| This has been Silly Songs with Larry. Tune in next week | |
| when we hear Larry say ' | |
| Larry: | |
| Have I ever told you how I feel about my nose? | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh, look at the time! | |
| fades out with Larry continuing to make noises with his lips |
| zuò qǔ : Heinecke, Nawrocki | |
| I Love My Lips | |
| Narrator: | |
| And now it' s time for Silly Songs with Larry, the part | |
| of the show where Larry comes out and sings a silly song. | |
| One day while talking with Dr. Archibald Larry confronts | |
| one of his deepest fears'. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips ever left my mouth, | |
| Packed a bag and headed south, | |
| That' d be too bad, I' d be so sad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I see, that' d be too bad, you' d be so sad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Alrighty. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips said ' Adios, | |
| I don' t like you, I think you' re gross.' | |
| That' d be too bad, I might get mad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Hm, that' d be too bad, you might get mad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Fascinating. | |
| Larry: | |
| If my lips moved to Duluth | |
| Left a mess and took my tooth. | |
| That' d be too bad, I' d call my Dad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh dear, that' d be too bad, you' d call your dad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Hold it. Did you say your father? Facinating! | |
| So what you' re saying is if your lips left you? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad, I' d be so sad. | |
| I might get mad, I call my Dad. | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| That' d be too bad? | |
| Larry: | |
| That' d be too bad. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Why? | |
| Larry: | |
| Because I love my lips. makes noises in tune with his lips | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh my! This is more serious than I thought. | |
| Larry, what do you see here? | |
| Larry: | |
| Um, that looks like a lip. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| What about this? | |
| Larry: | |
| It' s a lip. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| And this? | |
| Larry: | |
| It' s a lip, it' s a lip, it' s a lip, lip, lip | |
| It' s a lip, it' s a lip, it' s a lip, lip, lip | |
| It' s a lip, it' s a lip, it' s a lip, lip, lip | |
| liiiiiiiiiips lip lip lip | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Larry, tell me about your childhood. | |
| Larry: | |
| When I was just two years old, | |
| I left my lips out in the cold. | |
| And they turned blue, | |
| What could I do? | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh dear. They turned blue, | |
| What could you do? | |
| Larry: | |
| Oh, They turned blue. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I see. | |
| Larry: | |
| On the day I got my tooth, | |
| I had to kiss my Great Aunt Ruth. | |
| She had a beard and it felt weird. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| My, my, she had a beard | |
| And it felt weird? | |
| Larry: | |
| She had a beard. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh! | |
| Larry: | |
| Ten days after I turned 8, | |
| Got my lips stuck in a gate | |
| My friends all laughed' | |
| And I just stood there until the fire department came | |
| and broke the lock with a crowbar and I had to spend | |
| the next six weeks in lip rehab with this kid named Oscar | |
| who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn' t | |
| even talk to each other until the fifth week because both | |
| our lips were so swollen and when he did start speaking | |
| he just spoke polish and I only knew like three words in polish | |
| except now I know four because Oscar taught me the | |
| word for lip, ' Usta'. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Your friends all laughed. Usta. How do you spell that? | |
| Larry: | |
| I don' t know. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| So what you' re saying is that when you were young? | |
| Larry: | |
| They turned blue, what could I do? | |
| She had a beard, and it felt weird. | |
| My friends all laughed...... usta. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| I' m confused. | |
| Larry: | |
| I love my lips! | |
| Larry makes noises with his lips while Dr. | |
| Archibald tries to get his attention. | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Uh, Larry. Larry. Wait Larry, Larry! That' s about enough, thank you. | |
| voice over of Narrator | |
| Narrator: | |
| This has been Silly Songs with Larry. Tune in next week | |
| when we hear Larry say ' | |
| Larry: | |
| Have I ever told you how I feel about my nose? | |
| Dr. Archibald: | |
| Oh, look at the time! | |
| fades out with Larry continuing to make noises with his lips |