(Shel Silverstein). . I guess the dance is over now. So you just curtsey and I'll bow. And ask the band to play us Auld Lang Syne. . Then I'll just take what's left of me.
(Shel Silverstein). . Monterey Jack woke up in his shack on a Monday. Monterey Jack had a little bitty snack of some elderberry wine. Monterey Jack walked down the track, all the way to ol' Harley's shack.
(Shel Silverstein). . Well I've sung my songs on dusty roads and dirty city sidewalks. To them sweatin' hard eyed brakemen, in the rail yards I rolled through.