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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
center Knock knock! Who’s there? Me! Me who?
Well, my daddy left home when I w… and he didn’t leave much to Ma and… just this old guitar and a bottle… Now I don’t blame him because he… but the meanest thing that he ever…
I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas
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,
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
Oh, ever since my Masochistic Bab… I got nothin’ to hit but the wall. She loved me when I beat her, But I started actin’ sweeter, And that was no way to treat her a…
Small as a peanut, Big as a giant, We’re all the same size When we turn off the light Rich as a sultan,
I’m haulin’ twenty tons of freight… Started thinkin’ bout Mary Jane She lived over the hill I had an… Oh my she looked so fine had a bot… I’d have myself a little bitty swi…
I’ll tell you the story of Jimmy… And you know what I tell you is t… He loved to watch his TV set Almost as much as you. He watched all day, he watched all…
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…
Have you seen Amanda Blaine in th… Wandering through the morning rain… Have you seen her at her door, lis… And a man who went to war from the… Have you heard her mournful cries…
God says to me with a kind of smil… ‘Hey how would you like to be God… And steer the world?’ ‘Okay,’ says I, 'I’ll give it a t… Where do I set?
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
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
