(Shel Silverstein). . On the way to the bottom I met an old friend of mine. He said "Buddy, I do believe this is the end of the line". I said "The end of the line? Shoot, come on and have another round.
(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.
(Shel Silverstein). . There's a shadow on the sun I see it risin'. Kiss it away, kiss it away. And there's a hurt down deep inside that I been hidin'.
(Shel Silverstein). . The tiger, he looked out of his cage and smiled. He said come here boy, I want to talk to you a while. He said I once was running wild and free just the same as you.
(Shel Silverstein). . If I'd only come and gone. The way I've always done with summer girls before. Shared one night with you and never reached for more.
(S. Silverstein). . And I remember her on the streets of New York City. As I walked the night needing some place warm to go. As she passed I said "Hey there's snowflakes on your lashes".
(Shel Silverstein). . I was sitting in my basement I just rolled myself a taste. Of something green and gold and glorious to get me through the day. Then my friend yelled through the transom "Grab your coat and get your hat son.
(Shel Silverstein). . Your phone's gonna ring in the darkness of night. And you'll rise from the bed where you lay. And you'll answer 'Hello', and from out of the past.
I can't touch the clouds for you, I'll never reach the sun for you. I've never done the things that you need done for you. I stretched as high as I can reach, I guess I'm not the one for you.
(Shel Silverstein). . Hey Lady Godiva, ridin' throughout town. Naked on your big white horse. With your long hair hangin' down. Lady Godiva, you say you're frightened.
(Shel Silverstein). . Some men need some killer weed, some men need cocaine. Some men need some cactus juice, to purify the brain. Some men need two women, some need alcohol.
(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. .
Elvis he's a hero he's a superstar. And I hear that Paul McCartney drives a Rolls Royce car. And Dylan sings for millions. And I just sing for free. Oh everybody's makin' it big but me.
(Shel Silverstein). . I used to be a prancer a one-eyed song and dancer. But eyes for true romance I didn't even try. I'd get 'em and forget 'em. But I never could stay with 'em.
(Shel Silverstein). . The mornin' sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan. In her white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town. As she lay there 'neath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers.
(Shel Silverstein). . (Hey play the guitars). (I love to hear the guitars play). (Oh I love to sing, I love to sing). . She was dancing when I seen her, in a Mexican cantina.