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Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen… Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Imp… Listen to the Never Haves, then l… Anything can happen, child, Anyth…
There’s a polar bear In our Frigidaire– He likes it 'cause it’s cold in th… With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish
Come on, baby, grease your lips, Put on your hat, and shake your hi… And don’t forget to bring your s… We’re goin’ to the Freakers B… Shake your mojo, bang your gong,
Someone ate the baby. It’s rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby So she won’t be out to play. We’ll never hear her whiney cry
No one’s hangin’ stockin’s up, No one’s bakin’ pie, No one’s lookin’ up to see A new star in the sky. No one’s talkin’ brotherhood,
There was a group called called S… And they say they got their birth In a basement bar on Greek Street… The bass man he smoked grass and t… And the lead guitar ate speed whil…
Have you been to the land of happy… Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay?
No one knows my lady when she’s lo… No one sees the fantasies and fear… There are those who’ve shared her… But no one hears my lady when she… No one hears my lady when she crie…
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.
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.
I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles
‘A genuine anteater,’ The pet man told my dad. Turned out, it was an aunt eater, And now my uncle’s mad!
Well I’ve been spendin’ my life l… To rest my head when the nights ge… But the days are gettin’ longer an… Been long time workin’ it out I been a long time workin’ it out…
Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s bu… too busy to come to the phone”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s tr… to start a new life of her own”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s ha…
He’s the Twistable Turnable Sque… Stretchable Foldable Man. He can crawl in your pocket or fit… Or screw himself into a twenty-vol… Or stretch himself up to the steep…