#AmericanWriters
The hard coal’s called bituminous, Or is that anthracite? Stalactites grow down from caves, Or do I mean stalagmites? Those fluffy clounds are nimbus -
(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…
I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it’s rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear.
(To be said in one breath) Elaine gives me a pain, Gill makes me ill, Winnie is a ninny, Orin is borin’
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…
Handsome guys get girls that are p… Other guys make it cause they’re c… But the only love I ever got I go… Yeah I drive down the street in a… Use hundred dollar bills when I l…
There is a place where the sidewal… And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and… And there the sun burns crimson br… And there the moon-bird rests from…
No one knows my lady when she’s lo… No one sees the fantasies and fear… There are those who’ve shared her… But no one hears my lady when she… No one hears my lady when she crie…
A long time ago, when the earth wa… And there was more kinds of animal… And they run around free while the… And the lovliest of all was the U… There was green alligators and lon…
Hey Lady Godiva, ridin´ through… Naked on your big white horse With your long hair hangin´ down Lady Godiva, you say you´re real… and so shy
Ain’t the snow fallin’ just a bit… Aren’t they building the stairs a… And the town’s really changin’ in… The young folks they’re growin’ ex… And the newspaper print it’s becom…
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
No– I did not take a nap – The nap– took– me off the bed and out the window far beyond the sea, to a land where sleepy heads
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,
There was a group called called S… And they say they got their birth In a basement bar on Greek Street… The bass man he smoked grass and t… And the lead guitar ate speed whil…