from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)
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Well I’ve been spendin’ my life l… To rest my head when the nights ge… But the days are gettin’ longer an… Been long time workin’ it out I been a long time workin’ it out…
Ricky was 'L’ but he’s home with… Lizzie, our ‘O,’ had some homewor… Mitchell, 'E’ prob’ly got lost on… So I’m all of love that could mak…
He rode through the woods on a big… He had fists as hard as choppin’ b… Five hundred pounds and nine feet… Talk about workin’, when he swung… You could hear it ring for a mile…
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!!
One sister for sale! One sister for sale! One crying and spying young sister… I’m really not kidding, So who’ll start the bidding?
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…
The baby bat Screamed out in fright, 'Turn on the dark, I’m afraid of the light.'
Someone ate the baby it’s rather s… Someone ate the baby so she won’t… We’ll never hear her whiney cry or… We’ll never hear her asking why wh… Someone ate the baby it’s absolute…
The honeymoon ended a decade ago, If he still loves her he don’t say… So she’s taking her blues to the… Getting little green buttons on he… Little green buttons all in a row
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…
Unwind my mind oh baby drain my br… Unscrew my head take a part of my… Scrape away the pain and start all… I tell you baby I don’t understan… While you’re lookin’ at the pictur…
Captain Hook must remember Not to scratch his toes. Captain Hook must watch out And never pick his nose. Captain Hook must be gentle
If you want to marry me, here’s wh… You must learn how to make a perfe… And you must sew my holey socks, And soothe my troubled mind, And develop the knack for scratchi…
No I do not want a kitten, No cute, cuddly kitty-poo, No more long hair in my cornflakes… No more midnight meowing mews, No more scratchin’, snarlin’, spit…
I’ve sung my songs on dusty roads… To sweatin’ hard eyed brakemen, in… I’ve sung in blue wall papered roo… Now Mama…I’ll sing one song for y… Mama let me tell you that I’ve ne…