#AmericanWriters
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape th… Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream…
Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s bu… too busy to come to the phone”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s tr… to start a new life of her own”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s ha…
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…
Hungry Mungry sat at supper, Took his knife and spoon and fork, Ate a bowl of mushroom soup, ate a… Ate a dozen stewed tomatoes, twent… Fifteen shrimps, nine bakes potato…
She was dancin’ when I seen her,… In a neighborhood they call 'La Z… She had a child’s smile, but she t… It would take a lot of gold to get… Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go…
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…
My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.
It was nine o’clock at midnight at… When a turtle met a bagpipe on the… And the turtle said, 'My dearie, May I sit with you? I’m weary.’ And the bagpipe didn’t say no.
Have you been to the land of happy… Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay?
Rings of grass crowns of flowers t… Furs that I woven of whispering h… She’s gone away where the rings ar… And the furs have warmth that a wo… Round and round round goes the whe…
CHORUS We’ll drink a drink adrink To Lily the Pink the Pink the Pi… The savior of The human ra-a-ace!
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…
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…
Lazy lazy lazy lazy lazy
‘I live in fear of the snow,’ said… 'Whenever it’s here, be sure I’ll… Oh, the pain and the cold, when one’s bearish and old. I live in fear of the snow.'
