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There was a group called called Scum of the EarthAnd they say they got their birthIn a basement bar on Greek Street down in SohoThe bass man he smoked grass and the drummer he kicked assAnd the lead guitar ate…
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia StoutWould not take the garbage out!She’d scour the pots and scrape the pans,Candy the yams and spice the hams,And though her daddy would scream and shout,She simply would not take the garbage out.And so it piled up…
Runny lent to the wibraryAnd there were bundreds of hooks—Bistory hooks, beography gooks,And lots of bory stooks.He looked them over one by oneAnd guess which one he took—A bience scook? A boetry pook?Oh, no —a bomic cook!
They had a Rotten ConventionAnd everyone was there:Hamburger Face and Gruesome GraceAnd the Skull with the slimy hair. There was Mr. Mud and the Creepin’ CrudAnd the Drooler and Belchin’ Bob,There was Three-Headed Ann— she was holdin’ handsWith the Whimperin’…
It’s two in the mornin’ on Saturday nightAt Rosalie’s Good Eats Café.The onions are fryin’, the neon is brightAnd the jukebox is startin’ to play.And the sign on the wall says, IN GOD WE TRUST,ALL OTHERS HAVE TO PAY.And it’s…
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,We’d travel all over the land.We’d play and we’d sing and wear spangly things.If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,And we were up there on…
Rings of grass crowns of flowers they’re gone gone gone goneFurs that I woven of whispering hours gone gone gone goneShe’s gone away where the rings are realAnd the furs have warmth that a woman can feelRound and round round…
Each time I see the Upside-Down ManStanding in the water,I look at him and start to laugh,Although I shouldn’t oughtter.For maybe in another worldAnother timeAnother town,Maybe HE is right side upAnd I am upside down.
A hippo sandwich is easy to make.All you do is simply takeOne slice of bread,One slice of cake,Some mayonnaiseOne onion ring,One hippopotamusOne piece of string,A dash of pepper —That ought to do it.And now comes the problem…Biting into it!
I opened my eyesAnd looked up at the rainAnd it dripped into my headAnd flowed into my brainSo pardon this wild crazy thing I just saidI’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.I step very softlyI walk…