Originally Posted by Bjorkman_Girl
Setting: Roger squatting, milking and singing:
Roger: Swiss acres is the place for me.
Farm livin' is the life for me.
Land spreadin' out so far and wide
Keep the Masters, just give me that countryside.
Roger's Ego: New York is where I'd rather play.
I get allergic smelling hay.
I just adore an Arthur Ashe view.
Dah-ling I love you but this thought is Boo!
Roger: ...The chores.
Roger: Don't give me this strife.
Ego: Good bye, tennis life.
Together: Swiss Acres we are there.