#AmericanWriters
Well hey Miss Go-Go won’t you st… Cause the song you dance to it got… There’s a lotta things those long… Yeah but the words don’t reach ya Oh where you’re goin’ you dance to…
From dusk to dawn, From town to town, Without a single clue, I seek the tender, slender foot To fit this crystal shoe.
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
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,
The Moon she is a pretty girl who… And that old cloud he’s a great ol… He loves her from afar When Lady Moon smiles down on him… So he starts to sing to her and th…
Walk into a restaurant with chicke… Look at the menu I want roastbeaf… A waitress comes up I order baked… Oh when she brings it I want ham’… Because my mind keeps a movin’ bou…
Channel 1's no fun. Channel 2's just news. Channel 3's hard to see. Channel 4 is just a bore. Channel 5 is all jive.
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…
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…
(Hey the truth might hurt so I’m… Hey you better not ask me where I… Why my eyes are shinin’ and my spi… You better not ask if I been doin… And you better not ask me bout the…
Well I was sittin’ up in my crane… Can’t get promoted no matter what… Ah when the forman he comes around… He says hold that load up there fo… Cause I got to check some gear do…
He’ll be comin’ down the road at t… His head thrown back and his guns… He’s comin’ after Jinny wants to… Oh he boasted in town but she love… He said anyone try to stop him wou…
She wouldn’t believe This pencil has A magical eraser. She said I was a silly moo, She said I was a liar too,
Nentis Nan, he’s my man, I go do im each chanz I gan. He sicks me down an creans my teed Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed, An ten he filks my cavakies
She fumbles and stumbles And falls down the stairs, Makes love to the leg of the dinin… She’s ready for animals, women or… She’s doing Quaaludes again.
