Richard Simmons, please call home. We miss you and are very sorry. Please come back. Marjorie made some huckleberry pies.
We wrote a song for you and everything.
There's so many times we’ve let you down, so many times we’ve played around, we tell you now, they don't mean a thing. Every place we go, we'll think of you, every song we sing, we'll sing for you, when you come back, we'll bring your wedding ring (and so forth and so on - it ends with bunch of la la las)