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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…
Backward Bill, Backward Bill, He lives way up on Backward Hill, Which is really a hole in the sand… (But that’s a hill turned upside d… Backward Bill’s got a backward sh…
There once was a hippo who wanted… Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-… So he sewed him some wings that co… Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee… He climbed to the top of a mountai…
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,
Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and than… Christmas dinner’s dark and blue When you stop and try to see it From the turkey’s point of view. Sunday dinner isn’t sunny
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
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…
I have fought against the poodle w… I have faced the fearsome kitten,… And somehow I’ve evaded the enorm… Of the frighteningly ferocious Sh… My triumph o’er the rabbit is now…
I remember I put on my socks, I remember I put on my shoes. I remember I put on my tie That was painted In beautiful purples and blues.
When I am gone what will you do? Who will write and draw for you? Someone smarter—someone new? Someone better—maybe YOU!
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…
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…
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…
Everybody says I’m paranoid they… They all smile to my face but they… They put poison in my coffee they… They put spiders in my tennis shoe… It’s hard to stop and figure out w…
‘A genuine anteater,’ The pet man told my dad. Turned out, it was an aunt eater, And now my uncle’s mad!