Catamaran Man you're my cousin you're my blood you're ten feet tall. and tan from the sun after sailing all day you sleep in your car. throw the cushions on the floor and listen to the sweet sweet dub.
Though Let's Be Fair. . Though let's be fair. I had other loves before my husband. Other sweethearts. Tom Kitsos, for instance. And another I won't mention.
The Wayward Granddaughter. . He said "Come on now babe. Let's take a little drive. Go slumming down the Carson's in my black X-5.". . Samples from the Clinique counter and up the escalator.
The vietnamese telephone ministry. . I thought myself an unworthy thing. Despairing of my case all the time, boys. I thought myself an unworthy thing.
The Garfield El. . Faster, hammers. Faster, hammers. Churn and turn into my late train to my lost love. Ring away today, stick, bruise into my felt, or so I felt.
Take me round again in the Wildwood. Where the bluebells grew. With the merry widow waltz singing. Take me back to New York town. . When the birds in Georgia sing of Tennessee.