My socks and shoes always match. Is It Luck?. There's a foot at the end of each of my legs. Is It Luck?. I can play my bass for you. Is It Luck?. Some girls like to kiss my face.
Questions deserving answers. Answers deserving action. What am I of the populist. . I am but a fraction. Is there heaven? Is there Hell?. Is that tuna melt I smell?.
When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles. Smacked my red behind.. They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito. Then marked the date and time..
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It was a weekend's eve,. I had sex on my breath. I was lookin' for somethin' to see.. With a borrowed black. Leather and my best fishin' hat.. Well it was just Wendy O. and me..
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang. I was hungerin' for some apple pie. Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit. Washed the sleep out of my eye.
Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer.. If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year.. . Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow..
As I stand in the Shower. Singing Opera and such. Pondering the possibility that I. Pull the pud too much. There's a scent that fills the air. Is it flatus? Just a touch..
He was a mighty golden boy, as gold as ever seen,. But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean.. His arms was made of nickel, and his forehead made of wood..
He stood in line with the rest. And waited got his chance. To take his place behind the glass. And watch the ladies dance. . It's the nature of things.
They found James Ambrose dead in his cell,. A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to hell.. No one knew for sure if Ambrose was his name.. They called him Yankee Sullivan in early days of fame..
Hello all you boys and girls. I'd like to take you to the inside world. It's quite an irregular place to be. But never fear you're safe with me. Well, maybe.
Felt a pang late one afternoon. I was fishin' off Muir beach. With Larry LaLonde. Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich. And I started to chew. Pretty soon Ler's yellin.
Felt a pang late one afternoon. I was fishin' off Muir beach. With Larry LaLonde. Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich. And I started to chew. Pretty soon Ler's yellin.
I just can't seem to blend. Into society. I have no hope for this dim. Simplicity of law and order. By whose rules I see no rhyme in. The reason. I hold no hope for this holy treason.
Part I - Blinded by the Sun. . Bring me back again,. I'd really rather not be out here on my own.. Someone reel me in,. I'm drifting ever farther from my home..
I've been to hell. I spell it, I spell it DMV. Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean. Stood there and I've waited and choked back the urge to scream.
Burnin', I feel a burnin' in my stomach,. I want to know if I'm a gonna make it.. If I don't just spread my ashes,. If I do just spread your mind.. . Swimmin', I see myself a treadin' water.
I'm a dog, a dirty flying dog.. I drink Campari with marinated wild hog.. I've no sense, I like electric fence.. I put barbed wire in my pants and do a Celtic dance..
Del Davis sold a Christmas tree. Stood up to 8 feet tall. Season was lookin' mighty thin. He'd hoped to sell 'em all. Here he comes with a dollar in his hand.