Call in the Caped Crusader, Green Hornet, Kato, too. I'm in so much trouble I don't know what to do.
My eyes are green, Cause I eat a lot of vegetables, It don't have nothing to do with your new friend
The church didn't know what to do with Ray Charles or Al Green. And so they were kind of ostracized.
Green thoughts emerge from some deep source of stillness which the very fact of winter has released.
I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.