I tried on the farmer’s hat,Didn’t fit…A little too small — just a bitToo floppy.Couldn’t get used to it,Took it off.I tried on the dancer’s shoes,A little too loose.Not the kind you could usefor walkin’.Didn’t feel right in ’em,Kicked ’em…
It all started out at Rosalie’s Good Eats CafeEverybody sittin’, eatin’ eggs and grits, chattin’ in the usual wayLucy pourin’ the coffee and dishin’ out the eatsWearin’ one of them flimsy, frilly white blouses with nothin’ underneath.Then–a spark flies out…
Ain’t the snow fallin’ just a bit deeper these daysAren’t they building the stairs a bit steeper these daysAnd the town’s really changin’ in so many ways time time time The young folks they’re growin’ exceptionally tallAnd the newspaper print…
Did you hear ’bout Ticklish Tom?He got tickled by his mom.Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor,Laughed and rolled right out the door.All the way to school and thenHe got tickled by his friends.Laughed till he fell off his…
I met her on a corner in Duluth(That’s the truth.)She was tryin’ to fix her shoe in a telephone booth(Her name was Ruth.)She said she was just waiting for a busBut I hid my thumb cause I knew just what…
Oh, the thumb-sucker’s thumbMay look wrinkled and wetAnd withered, and white as the snow,But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet(As only we thumb-suckers know).
Well now friends you’ll never guess it so I really must confess itI just met the sweetest woman of my long dismal life.But a friend of mine said, “Buddy, just in case your mind is muddy,Don’t you know that girl…
They’ve put a brassiere on a camel,She wasn’t dressed proper, you know.They’ve put a brassiere on a camel,So that her humps wouldn’t show.And they’re making other respectable plans,They’re even even insisting the pigs should wear pants,They’ll dress up the ducks…
It was Sat night at the slammer the gavel was falling like a hammerAs they dragged in every freak from off the roadOne by one they entered the cell and the stories that they had to tellWere all different but…
In the laid back California town of sunny San RaphaelLived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake,You probably knew her wellShe was stoned 15 of her 18 yearsAnd her story was widely told,That she could smoke ’em fasterThan any dude could roll…
