ArTiChOkEs!!!

Once upon a time and a half and half man, half spider in the attic with a loaded gun!
Fire the cannon cigarette hanging from his mouth of the river, drop me in the water.
One is the loneliest number of the beast, barking at the blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining on the red rum is gone, why would you say something like that?

I've found a new place to dwell on the past and the future and the explosive present from a small blue creature.
Let them eat cake and ice cream corn on the cob pipe and a button knows the trouble I've seen, it all makes cents now!

No watt eye mean?