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Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early… And catch the worm for your breakf… If you’re a bird, be an early earl… But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
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…
Goodnight little houseplant asleep… I’ll pull the shades so you don’t… And tomorrow in the morning don’t… We’ll have ham and eggs for me and… Goodnight little houseplant tucked…
I asked the Zebra: Are you black with white stripes? Or white with black stripes? And the zebra asked me: Are you good with bad habits?
No one knows my lady when she’s lo… No one sees the fantasies and fear… There are those who’ve shared her… But no one hears my lady when she… No one hears my lady when she crie…
The baby bat Screamed out in fright, 'Turn on the dark, I’m afraid of the light.'
Now, listen to me, folks... Hear what I say. You got to eat oysters everyday They’ll put your love life back on… They’re nature’s own aphrodisiac.
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.
I’ll swing By my ankles, She’ll cling To your knees As you hang
This evening I unzipped my skin And carefully unscrewed my head, Exactly as I always do When I prepare myself for bed. And while I slept a coo-coo came
Hey Lady Godiva, ridin´ through… Naked on your big white horse With your long hair hangin´ down Lady Godiva, you say you´re real… and so shy
I tried on the farmer’s hat, Didn’t fit... A little too small —just a bit Too floppy. Couldn’t get used to it,
An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things… Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly blo…
I’ve got a couple more years on yo… I’ve had more chances to fly and m… And it ain’t that I’m wiser... It’s only that I’ve spent more ti… And I’ve picked up a couple more…
As I walk down to Bishop Street… Now she was young and pretty too And on a string she walked with a… Oh the Floobie Doobie Doo now wh… It’s not the doll with eyes of blu…