(2014)
I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…
Hey diddle diddle you’ve reached t… And it appears you’ve not run away So try your best To finish the rest Even if it takes all the next day
I am the one Who lives in your vents Its a rather nice life Not worrying about rent My favorite hobby is
Skinny Sarah would eat and eat But all the weight just went to he… They got so big she could only fin… Driving poles in at the farm She’d pick em up and drive em in
If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle
On a bench in the park sat a man dressed in grey feeding the seagulls that flew in from the bay he wished he could glide
I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed
He was the greatest hero From a time that’s long and passed He cleans the streets to this day Though he now gets easily gassed They found him wondering in a park…
There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long
Melanie and her melodia Traveled across the land That’s an organ on wheels In case you didn’t understand She played her music from her hear…
He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes
Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one
A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall
There once was a man from Nantuck… Who sat out and played on his buck… He was joined by a singer from Ma… Who’s blues so sweet, would make i… Together they’d play, nearly every…
