#AmericanWriters
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…
Hey boys you know once I was took… And the first time that I wasn’t… But I’m an ingenious feller yeah… I tiptoed right down to my cellar… Oh her arms are iron her legs are…
Hey when I was a lad in fishing t… You can spend your life your jolly… Now you can search the world for p… But don’t go swimming with the mer… If you don’t know how to swim
I’ll swing By my ankles, She’ll cling To your knees As you hang
If you were only one inch tall, yo… The teardrop of a crying ant would… A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beas…
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…
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…
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…
Everything’s wrong, Days are too long, Sunshine’s too hot, Wind is too strong. Clouds are too fluffy,
Would you like to buy a dog with a… He is quite the strangest dog ther… Though he’s not too good at knowin… just exactly where he’s going, He is very very good at sitting do…
It was Sat night at the slammer t… As they dragged in every freak fro… One by one they entered the cell a… Were all different but all seemed… They held me down and put it on my…
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
The waitress with the orange hair… I gulp my coffee– burn my mouth– g… I smear a streak of mustard down m… And the guy behind the register ta… And looks at me as if I’ve blown…
They’ve put a brassiere on a camel… She wasn’t dressed proper, you kno… They’ve put a brassiere on a camel… So that her humps wouldn’t show. And they’re making other respectab…
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas