#AmericanWriters
In the Grandville greyhound stati… Sittin’ on my suitcase goin’ quiet… All about you and then no feelin’… Uh every man in Grandville says h… Burn your ears if you could hear t…
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?
There was a time when people taked… How they talk and it doesn’t mean… Now picture the scene the day is s… A man meets a friend and asks him… He says I need five to keep me al…
Depends on if the judge is fair, Depends how high the heels you wea… Depends on if they count the hair, Depends if they allow the chair.
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
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,
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,
Lay down Let’s explore this tenderness betw… There ain’t no one around at all t… And baby would you mind If maybe you and I
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…
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
There are too many kids in this tu… There are too many elbows to scrub I just washed a behind that I’m s… There are too many kids in this tu…
Oh they won’t let us show it at th… They think we’re gonna grab it if… And they won’t let us show it at t… But you can show it in your parlor… You can show it at a party with yo…
I tried on the farmer’s hat, Didn’t fit’¦ A little too small - just a bit Too floppy. Couldn’t get used to it,
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…
Pamela Purse yelled, ‘Ladies firs… Pushing in front of the ice cream… Pamela Purse yelled, ‘Ladies firs… Grabbing the ketchup at dinnertime… Climbing on the morning bus