#AmericanWriters
One picture puzzle piece Lyin’ on the sidewalk, One picture puzzle piece Soakin’ in the rain. It might be a button of blue
Would you like to buy a dog with a… He is quite the strangest dog ther… Though he’s not too good at knowin… just exactly where he’s going, He is very very good at sitting do…
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
I’m haulin’ twenty tons of freight… Started thinkin’ bout Mary Jane She lived over the hill I had an… Oh my she looked so fine had a bot… I’d have myself a little bitty swi…
This boat that we just built is ju… And don’t try to tell us it’s not. The sides and the back are divine— It’s the bottom I guess we forgot…
Did you hear bout Stacy brown (no… He had every chick in town (no he… He had looks he had class do anyth… And everyone would shout at him wh… They said everybody got one (every…
There once was a hippo who wanted… Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-… So he sewed him some wings that co… Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee… He climbed to the top of a mountai…
She put in her clothes, Then thought she’d get A free bath here At the launderette. So round she goes now,
You gotta wake up every mornin’, t… kitchen cook me great T-bone steak Serve it to me in bed go down the… bring me back all the money you ma… You gotta rub my body with sweet s…
Inside everybody’s nose There lives a shar-toothed snail. So if youi stick your finger in, He may bite off your nail. Stick it farther up inside,
The Homework Machine, Oh, the Homework Machine, Most perfect contraption that’s ev… Just put in your homework, then dr… Snap on the switch, and in ten sec…
Nentis Nan, he’s my man, I go do im each chanz I gan. He sicks me down an creans my teed Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed, An ten he filks my cavakies
They’re buildin’ the gallows outsi… I got 25 minutes to go. And in 25 minutes I’ll be in Hell… I got 24 minutes to go. Well, they give me some beans for…
My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.
As I walk down to Bishop Street… Now she was young and pretty too And on a string she walked with a… Oh the Floobie Doobie Doo now wh… It’s not the doll with eyes of blu…