my name is l-i l-i pickle i pickle i pom pom beauty no more whiskey ice cream soda pop cherry on top

ooooo shaleta walking down the street...

i met her, i set her, i stole my mama's letter...

i'm cool, you fool...

sock you in the stomach three more times...

i wish i knew the real words to that song. 
i am pretty dang-tootin' sure those are not it.
but that is what nadia and i sang 11 times while we froze our bajezals off waiting for tony & aidan to bring us some hot cocoa for the parade.
the wind, she was a blowin'.
the band, they were a playin'.
my sandal-clad tootsies, they were a freezin'.
but we cheered and waved and ran for candy and talked with old friends and loved spending time with grammie none the less.  the best part is that we still have two more family days left in this weekend!