#Americans #Children #Jews #XXCentury
I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles
Followin’ the trail on the old tre… I came to the spot that said “Dig… And four feet down my spade struck… Just where the map said a chest wo… But carved in the side were writte…
Hey dragged up my holly and I pul… Hey rig down the road I tore 'em… I wheeled right in them swinging d… Out through the window with half o… Everybody stopped and roared here…
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…
I’ve discovered a way to stay frie… There’s really nothing to it. I simply tell you what to do And you do it!!
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 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…
An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things… Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly blo…
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…
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,
On the way to the bottom I met an ole friend of mine He said 'Buddy, I do believe this is the end of the line’ I said 'The end of the line’
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…
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners
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,
I’ve got a couple more years on yo… I’ve had more chances to fly and m… And it ain’t that I’m wiser... It’s only that I’ve spent more ti… And I’ve picked up a couple more…
