Howdy Now put out a fire with his teeth, scraped them all straight across burning buildings and streets. Yeah, Howdy Now's voice was all slippery and sweet like a cherry drop plopped in your drink. Then: Howdy Now builds on your room while you sleep, so you wake in a corridor covered in sheets, with a tag round your toe like an old Christmas wreath. Let's all shout out to Howdy Now, How do you think? "Shoot out your compliments, roll in your condiments. Covered in flavor you ask for a favor. Oh, Howdy Now, how do you like what you see? Is it more like a throne, a bit less like a seat?" Well... Howdy Now put on a play with his feet, grabbed an up- turned umbrella and bent out a speech. Yeah, Howdy Now's songs were all gold eggs and glee like a bankroll unfolded for free. Then: Howdy Now ground down a knife with his teeth, so it's not quite as sharp (though it stabs just as deep), with a flag round the end like a windsock in Spring. Let's all shout out to Howdy Now. How do you think? "Shoot out your compliments, roll in your condiments. Covered in flavor, you ask for a favor. Oh Howdy Now, how do you like what you see? Is it more like a throne, a bit less like a seat?"