from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)
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Here’s the half-finished painting… Here’s the first three pages of my… Here’s my Martin guitar that I ne… That’s the daylight dreamer wishfu… I had a Harley bike but I traded…
I remember I put on my socks, I remember I put on my shoes. I remember I put on my tie That was painted In beautiful purples and blues.
I know you little, I love you lot… my love for you could fill ten pot… fifteen buckets, sixteen cans, three teacups, and four dishpans.
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…
Barbara’s eyes are blue as azure, But she is in love with Freddy. Karen’s sweet, but Harry has her. Gentle Jane is going steady. Carol hates me. So does May.
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.
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…
I’m the Dragon of Grindly Grun, I breathe fire as hot as the sun. When a knight comes to fight I just toast him on sight, Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain And it dripped into my head And flowed into my brain So pardon this wild crazy thing I…
I’ll sing you a poem of a silly yo… Who played with the world at the e… But he only loved one single thing… And that was just a peanut-butter… His scepter and his royal gowns,
Alimony alimony I work till my fi… Me oh my oh goodness sake I’m pay… She calls it alimony alimony yeah… Till one of these days you’re gonn… Pom pom I walk around ragged like…
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…
Now I was hangin’ round Nashville… Watchin’ ‘em laugh and hand ’em ba… So I pawned my guitar and bought… When I seen an old fountain pen l… It was worn-out bent and cast asid…
How many slams in an old screen do… Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day?
Nentis Nan, he’s my man, I go do im each chanz I gan. He sicks me down an creans my teed Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed, An ten he filks my cavakies