Narrator: One day while talking with Dr. Archibald, Larry confronts one of his deepest fears...

Larry: If my lips ever left my mouth, packed a bag and headed south, that'd be too bad, I'd be so sad.

Archibald: I see. That'd be too bad, you'd be so sad?

Larry: That'd be too bad. If my lips said adios, I don't like you I think you're gross, that'd be too bad, I might get mad.

Archibald: That'd be too bad, you might get mad?

Larry: That'd be too bad. If my lips moved to Duluth, left a mess and took my tooth, that'd be too bad, I'd call my Dad.

Archibald: That'd be too bad, you'd call your Dad?

Larry: That'd be too bad.

Archibald: Hold it. Did you say your father? Fascinating! So what you're saying is that if your lips left you ...

Larry: That'd be too bad, I'd be so sad, I might get mad, I'd call my Dad. That be too bad.

Archibald: That'd be to bad?

Larry: That'd be too bad.

Archibald: Why?

Larry: Because I love my lips. [Scatting]

Archibald: Oh my ... This is more serious than I thought. Larry, tell me, what do you see here?

Larry: Um, that looks like a lip.

Archibald: And this?

Larry: It's a lip!

Archibald: And this?

Larry: It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip lip lip! It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip lip lip! It's a lip, it's a lip, it's a lip lip lip. Liiiiiiiiiiiips. Lip lip lip.

Archibald: Larry, tell me about your childhood.

Larry: When I was just two years old I left my lips out in the cold and they turned blue. What could I do?

Archibald: They turned blue, what could you do?

Larry: Oh they turned blue. On the day I got my tooth I had to kiss my Great Aunt Ruth. She had a beard ... and it felt weird.

Archibald: My, my. She had a beard and it felt weird?

Larry: She had a beard. Ten days after I turned eight, got my lips stuck in a gate. My friends all laughed. And I just stood there until the fire department came and broke the lock with a crow bar and I had to spend the next six weeks in lip rehab with this kid named Oscar who got stung by a bee - right on the lip - and we couldn't even talk to each other until the fifth week because both our lips were so swollen, and when he did start speaking he just spoke Polish and I only knew like three words in Polish except now I know four because Oscar taught me the word for lip: Usta!

Archibald: Your friends all laughed ... Usta? How do you spell that?

Larry: I don't know.

Archibald: So what you're saying is that when you were young ...

Larry: They turned blue, what could I do? She had a beard and it felt weird. My friends all laughed ... Usta!

Archibald: I'm confused ...

Larry: I love my lips! [Scatting]

Narrator: This has been Silly Songs with Larry. Tune in next time to hear Larry say ...

Larry: Have I ever told you how I feel about my nose?

Archibald: Oh, look at the time!