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She had to die. This Omoo knew. He also knew he could not kill her… Not even try to kill her. Those eyes. Would look at him. No…
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…
There’s a light on in the attic. Though the house is dark and shutt… I can see a flickerin’ flutter, And I know what it’s about. There’s a light on in the attic.
Whosever room this is should be as… His underwear is hanging on the la… His raincoat is there in the overs… And the chair is becoming quite mu… His workbook is wedged in the wind…
'Twas sunset down in old Key West The locals all were high. The tourists snapped their photogr… And munched their Key Lime pie. And meanwhile down at Sloppy Joe’…
God says to me with a kind of smil… ‘Hey how would you like to be God… And steer the world?’ ‘Okay,’ says I, 'I’ll give it a t… Where do I set?
It was nine o’clock at midnight at… When a turtle met a bagpipe on the… And the turtle said, 'My dearie, May I sit with you? I’m weary.' And the bagpipe didn’t say no.
Never bite a married woman on the… Cause she just can’t rub it off no… And when she gets home at night he… Then she’ll say it’s just a birthm… But he’ll get suspicious and then…
Hector the Collector Collected bits of string, Collected dolls with broken heads And rusty bells that would not rin… Twists of wires, worn-out tires,
Lazy lazy lazy lazy lazy
Some dummy built this pencil wrong… The eraser’s down here where the p… And the point’s at the top - so it… It’s amazing how stupid some peopl…
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…
Yeah they call me Grizzly Bear go… Walk down the street and everybody… Ohohoh well I’m wild and wooly an… And so you’d better not mess with… Lemme tell you that I howl yowl g…
The hard coal’s called bituminous, Or is that anthracite? Stalactites grow down from caves, Or do I mean stalagmites? Those fluffy clounds are nimbus -
I’ll tell you the story of Cloony… Who worked in a circus that came t… His shoes were too big and his hat… But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t fu… He had a trombone to play loud sil…