Bob Saget

What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV. How did I get to livin' here? Somebody tell me, please. The whole world's confusing me.

Clouds as mean as you've ever seen. Not a bird who knows your tune. Then a little voice inside you whispers Kid don't sell your dream so soon.

Everywhere you look, There’s a heart - a hand to hold onto. Everywhere you look, There’s a face of somebody who needs you. Everywhere you look,

When you’re lost out there and you’re all alone, Life is waiting to carry you home,

Everywhere you look. Everywhere you look. Scoobi-doo-bah-bad-ow!