#AmericanWriters
Oh if you read in the papers that… A gettin’ in an out of some millio… She may fool you with her smile bu… That’s just her poor hopeless hear… So you were down at Joe’s on the…
A hippo sandwich is easy to make. All you do is simply take One slice of bread, One slice of cake, Some mayonnaise,
She was dancin’ when I seen her,… In a neighborhood they call 'La Z… She had a child’s smile, but she t… It would take a lot of gold to get… Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go…
I’ve been working so hard you just… And I’m tired! There’s so little time and so much… And I’m tired! I’ve been lying here holding the g…
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…
Said General Clay to General Gor… ‘Oh must we fight this silly war? To kill and die is such a bore.’ ‘I quite agree,’ said General Gor… Said General Gore to General Cla…
Runny lent to the wibrary And there were bundreds of hooks’… Bistory hooks, beography gooks, And lots of bory stooks. He looked them over one by one
Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitte… I think she’s a little bit crazy. She thinks a baby-sitter’s suppose… To sit upon the baby.
Someone put their baby brother Under this basket—— The question is exactly why, But I’m not going to ask it. But someone, I ain’t sayin’ who,
Hungry Mungry sat at supper, Took his knife and spoon and fork, Ate a bowl of mushroom soup, ate a… Ate a dozen stewed tomatoes, twent… Fifteen shrimps, nine bakes potato…
Oh, ever since my Masochistic Bab… I got nothin’ to hit but the wal… She loved me when I beat her, But I started actin’ sweeter, And that was no way to treat her a…
So you heard there was a spark of… You come back to kill it like you… You found it weak and tremblin’ ha… And you kicked it choke it stepped… Kick it again it’s still breathing
From dusk to dawn, From town to town, Without a single clue, I seek the tender, slender foot To fit this crystal shoe.
Now I’m warnin’ all you women don… Now you’re talkin’ to a man in a w… Well I’m three parts tiger and on… I’ll ball you to sleep and I’ll b… And I’m so good that I don’t have…
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners