My girlfriend has eyes that are crossed.
When reading a poem by Frost
My girlfriend has eyes that are crossed.
When reading a poem by Frost
That’s ‘cos ’The Witch of Coös’
My girlfriend has eyes that are crossed.
When reading a poem by Frost
That’s ‘cos ’The Witch of Coös’
Drove her back to the sauce
My girlfriend has eyes that are crossed.
When reading a poem by Frost
That’s ‘cos ’The Witch of Coös’
Drove her back to the sauce
And whatever progress she made was lost
Don’t sleep on the next candidate
Don’t sleep on the next candidate
Unless you plan to somnambulate
Don’t sleep on the next candidate
Unless you plan to somnambulate
Through the oncoming years
Don’t sleep on the next candidate
Unless you plan to somnambulate
Through the oncoming years
Weeping bitter salt tears
-“BB”-
Don’t sleep on the next candidate
Unless you plan to somnambulate
Through the oncoming years
Weeping bitter salt tears
They’ll be in office till 2028.
Fox gave the boot to old Tucker
Fox gave the boot to old Tucker
For following orders! That poor old sucker
Fox gave the boot to old Tucker
For following orders! That poor old sucker
But the poisonous lies
Fox gave the boot to old Tucker
For following orders! That poor old sucker
But the poisonous lies
And puzzled eyes
Fox gave the boot to old Tucker
For following orders! That poor old sucker
But the poisonous lies
And puzzled eyes
Spelled doom for the miserable phucker.
(In case you missed it, Harry Belafonte passed away on Tuesday at the age of 96.)
It’s a very sad day for calypso –
-“BB”-
It’s a very sad day for calypso
Harry has sung his last “Day-O”
It’s a very sad day for calypso
Harry has sung his last “Day-O”
We know the Lord’s tally man
It’s a very sad day for calypso
Harry has sung his last “Day-O”
We know the Lord’s tally man
Will be heard in the valley, man
It’s a very sad day for calypso
Harry has sung his last “Day-O”
We know the Lord’s tally man
Will be heard in the valley, man
As we reverently each bend an elbow.
My computer has grown full of emails
My computer has grown full of emails
They appear on my screen as sea snails
My computer has grown full of emails.
They appear on my screen as sea snails.
Makes me miss idling fish
My computer has grown full of emails.
They appear on my screen as sea snails.
Makes me miss idling fish
Or toasters that swish
My computer has grown full of emails.
They appear on my screen as sea snails.
Makes me miss idling fish
Or toasters that swish
This workday’s gone right off the rails.
There was a young jockey called Pete