Burchfield Nines LyricsDan expands like Gildersleeve: "You salty dogs, it's New Year's Eve." The Dali drools, the Hartley shines But all I see is those Burchfield Nines The artist weeps, the agent smiles; I'd like to learn to box like Miles We're all such funny valentines But all I see is those Burchfield Nines The women purr like Cheshire cats And Mr. T. breaks out the V.A.T And on the box Bird tingles spines But all I see is those Burchfield Nines
