#AmericanWriters
Well now friends you’ll never gues… I just met the sweetest woman of m… But a friend of mine said, 'Buddy… Don’t you know that girl you’re fo… And that man is big and rough and…
Big Barney Fitch, he got soddenly… He got a big fancy house in Melbo… With buckets of loot and big black… Acting so haughty and well-born But we of Australia, we’re childr…
I’ll sing you a poem of a silly yo… Who played with the world at the e… But he only loved one single thing… And that was just a peanut-butter… His scepter and his royal gowns,
There’s an eyeball in the gumball… Right there between the red and th… Lookin’ at me as if to say, “You don’t need anymore gum today.…
If the world was crazy, you know w… A big slice of soup and a whole qu… A lemonade sandwich, and then I m… Some roasted ice cream or a bicycl… A nice notebook salad, an underwea…
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…
I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,
(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…
“Tell me I’m clever, Tell me I’m kind, Tell me I’m talented, Tell me I’m cute, Tell me I’m sensitive,
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?
Followin’ the trail on the old tre… I came to the spot that said “Dig… And four feet down my spade struck… Just where the map said a chest wo… But carved in the side were writte…
If you want to marry me, here’s wh… You must learn how to make a perfe… And you must sew my holey socks, And soothe my troubled mind, And develop the knack for scratchi…
'Twas sunset down in old Key West The locals all were high. The tourists snapped their photogr… And munched their Key Lime pie. And meanwhile down at Sloppy Joe’…
So you heard there was a spark of… You come back to kill it like you… You found it weak and tremblin’ ha… And you kicked it choke it stepped… Kick it again it’s still breathing
I’m the Dragon of Grindly Grun, I breathe fire as hot as the sun. When a knight comes to fight I just toast him on sight, Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.