(Shel Silverstein). . You work like a slave for the kids. And I'd go to my grave for the kids. But we watched our love fade as we suffered that state.
Come sit beside me and I'll sing you one last song for you to carry with you as you go. And I'll remember you here in the frosty dawn and the lightly falling February snow.
As I walk down to Bishop Street I met a girl who smiled so sweet. Now she was young and pretty too. And on a string she walked with a thing called the Floobie Doobie Doo.
(Okay now years ago I wrote a song called A Boy Named Sue and that was okay. And everything except then I started to think about it and I thought. It is unfair I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view.
There's gonna be a Freaker's Ball yes yes tonight at the Freaker's Hall. Ha ha yeah and you know that you're invited one and all. C'mon babies grease your lips grab your hats swing your hips.
(Shel Silverstein). . Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha). Tonight at the Freaker's Hall. And you know you're invited one and all. Uh oh. .