(Woah. Stay, stay, stay)  

(Daisy! Daisy!)  

(I love daisies, I love daisies  

I love pushing up your favorite daisies)  

(Daisy!)  

(This is Posdnuos, a president of a paragraph)  

Paragraph  

President  

President preaching 'bout the on-tech  

Known for the new step  

Stop and take a bow  

Amityville  

Resident  

Resident supported by the speaker view  

Want to feel it in your shoe  

Let me show you how  

Platform  

Witnesses  

Witnesses, show you to my show-lab  

Fill you with my vocab  

Hope you have a spoon  

Discuss  

Contracts  

You like the way I vocalize  

And bring it to a compromise  

My P.A. won't set up till noon  

It's a D.A.I.S.Y. age  

Sun  

Ceiling  

Ceiling connects to the sun  

Burning inside everyone  

On a side, plug-a-fied sire  

One  

Million  

Demonstrations have been heard  

My hair burns when I'm referred  

Kid shouts, “my roof is on fire”  

Go  

Dancing  

Dancing like a bandit  

Psychics try to stand it  

Keep it up until they burn a cell  

Ro-mancing  

Romancing dialect in shows  

Posdnuos creating flow  

You say you didn't know  

Oh well, it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age  

Pedal  

Promenade  

Promenade people to the providence  

Dove will show dominance  

Inside of every phrase  

Rebel  

Renegade  

Renegade reaching only topflight  

Can't find your new height  

Think you need a raise  

Dialect  

Ultimate  

Ultimate string from the Soul stuff  

Copies always staying rough  

Before they go to plate  

Try a pack  

It'll stick  

Stick to you but won't deflate  

Keepin’ all the levels straight  

I tell you, mate, that we're top rate  

Cause it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age  

The speak  

Motor  

Motor is the heart beat  

Sleeping in your car seat  

Kept alive to every mile discovered  

Complete  

Quota  

Quota sharp at 12 noon  

Risen to a new tune  

Positive is greater than the others  

Image  

Mirror  

Mirror image don't contend  

Vocals should be comprehended  

Silver audience'll say what's said  

Scrimmage  

Nearer  

Nearer to the goal line  

Forget about the rose vine  

The Soul will let you know it's time  

And it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age  

(La la la, lah)  

(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)  

(La la la, la-lah)  

(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)  

(La la la, lah)  

(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)  

(La la la, la-lah)  

(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)  

(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)  

(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)  

(This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age)  

(Sing about, sing about the D.A.I.S.Y. age)  

(Let it rain, let it rain, rain on a D.A.I.S.Y.)  

(Rain on, rain on)  

Now we’re at the end of the show, contestants do we have any answers?  

Nah not really, mama  

For those of you that think your answers are correct, Don tell them where to send the answers to  

Thanks Al  

For all you listeners at home who think you have the right answers  

Jot em down on a four by ten sheet of paper  

and get two proof of purchases from the back of the album and send them to Tommy Boy Records in care of Dante the Scrub, 1747 1st Avenue New York, NY 10128  

For those who have all four answers correct you will receive our specially selected grand prize, thanks and goodnight  

For Three Feet High and Rising  

This is Don Newkirk