#AmericanWriters
Yeah hoodoo voodoo lady cast up yo… Let me know where did my baby go w… Hoodoo voodoo lady shake your blac… And bring my baby home bring my ba… I know she didn’t go up to New Yo…
This boat that we just built is ju… And don’t try to tell us it’s not. The sides and the back are divine— It’s the bottom I guess we forgot…
Dave McGunn was a surfin’ bum, ha… From Waikiki to the Bering Sea,… Now he hung offshore ’bout a mile… And his wild eyes gleamed as he sc… To ride the perfect wave.
They had a Rotten Convention And everyone was there: Hamburger Face and Gruesome Grac… And the Skull with the slimy hair… There was Mr. Mud and the Creepi…
This bridge will only take you hal… To those mysterious lands you long… Through gypsy camps and swirling… And moonlit woods where unicorns r… So come and walk awhile with me an…
Haha I kissed Polly goodnight hah… Now she’s quite a proper lady so… But haha I was feeling oh so groo… And I sat down and guess just wha… I saw Polly in a porny down at th…
I broke into the bank on Sunday, You should see the money I got. I couldn’t drag it home ‘til Mond… ’Cause it sure weighed an awful lo… Then I sat down to count it,
Each time I see the Upside-Down… Standing in the water, I look at him and start to laugh, Although I shouldn’t oughtter. For maybe in another world
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.
She had the jitters She had the flu She showed up late She missed her cue She kicked the director
Hey boys you know once I was took… And the first time that I wasn’t… But I’m an ingenious feller yeah… I tiptoed right down to my cellar… Oh her arms are iron her legs are…
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,
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…
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,