This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in
Which is the rustling of the thous

This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in a bridal veil,
Presses lips and tosses head,

He tells you when you’ve got on t
And helps you with your girdle wh

The people upstairs all practise b
Their living room is a bowling all
Their bedroom is full of conducted
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the w

Oh, weep for Mr. and Mrs. Bryan!
He was eaten by a lion;
Following which, the lion’s liones
Up and swallowed Bryan’s Bryaness

I find it very difficult to enthus
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least
And that is why I do not like the

May I join you in the doghouse, R
I wish to retire till the party’s
Since three o’clock I’ve done my
To entertain each tiny guest. My
And if they want me, let them find

Now another day is breaking,
Sleep was sweet and so is waking.
Dear Lord, I promised you last ni
Never again to sulk or fight.
Such vows are easier to keep

Candy
Is Dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.

Your hopeless patients will live,
Your healthy patients will die.
I have only this word to give:
Wonder, and find out why