from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)
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Well it wasn’t too very long ago y… And other folks walked around kind… Sayin’ Yowzah and Sho nuff and Y… It was ashes to ashes and dust to… So they quietly moved to the back…
No I do not want a kitten, No cute, cuddly kitty-poo, No more long hair in my cornflakes… No more midnight meowing mews, No more scratchin’, snarlin’, spit…
She had the jitters She had the flu She showed up late She missed her cue She kicked the director
Somebody has to go polish the star… They’re looking a little bit dull. Somebody has to go polish the star… For the eagles and starlings and g… Have all been complaining they’re…
Ain’t the snow fallin’ just a bit… Aren’t they building the stairs a… And the town’s really changin’ in… The young folks they’re growin’ ex… And the newspaper print it’s becom…
Oh they’re testing the bomb as I’… They say not to worry cause nothin… They’re testing the bomb as I’m s… They say not to worry cause nothin…
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…
Elvis he’s a hero he’s a superstar And I hear that Paul McCartney d… And Dylan sings for millions And I just sing for free Oh everybody’s makin’ it big but m…
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…
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me… Went for a ride in a flying shoe. “Hooray!” “What fun!" “It’s time we flew!”
My skin is kind of sort of brownis… Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I’m told they look orange in… My hair is reddish blondish brown,
Down in Lou´siana where the blac… Lives a voodoo lady named Marie L… She got a black cat tooth and a mo… And anyone wouldn´t leave her alo… She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
CHORUS We’ll drink a drink adrink To Lily the Pink the Pink the Pi… The savior of The human ra-a-ace!
The morning sun touched lightly on The eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In a white suburban town, As she lay there ‘neath the covers…
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…