#AmericanWriters
There’s an eyeball in the gumbal… Right there between the red and th… Lookin’ at me as if to say, 'You don’t need anymore gum to…
Peg plugged in her ‘lectric toothb… Mitch plugged in his steel guitar, Rick plugged in his CD player, Liz plugged in her VCR. Mom plugged in her ‘lectric blanke…
Did you hear 'bout Ticklish Tom? He got tickled by his mom. Wiggled and giggled and fell on th… Laughed and rolled right out the d… All the way to school and then
Oh, the thumb-sucker’s thumb May look wrinkled and wet And withered, and white as the sno… But the taste of a thumb Is the s… (As only we thumb-suckers know).
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
My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.
Eat a tomato and you’ll turn red (I don’t think that’s really so); Eat a carrot and you’ll turn orang… (Still and all, you never know); Eat some spinach and you’ll turn g…
CHORUS We’ll drink a drink adrink To Lily the Pink the Pink the Pi… The savior of The human ra-a-ace!
The Homework Machine, Oh, the Homework Machine, Most perfect contraption that’s ev… Just put in your homework, then dr… Snap on the switch, and in ten sec…
If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a… A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean… If you’re a pertender, come sit by… For we have some flx-golden tales…
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
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…
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
A piece of sky Broke off and fell Through the crack in the ceiling Right into my soup, KERPLOP!
(Chorus) Pour me another tequila, Sheila. Take off that red satin dress. 'Cause I crossed the border, And I beat the dealer for all of…