Patty wanted a slice of cake;
A Patty cake she set out to bake
“No cake,” said daddy
Patty wanted a slice of cake;
A Patty cake she set out to bake
“No cake,” said Daddy
“Because you’ve been a baddie”
Patty wanted a slice of cake;
A Patty cake she set out to bake
“No cake,” said Daddy
“Because you’ve been a baddie”
“It’s okay–I’ll bake a pie by the lake.”
…
It was an unusual toy
It was an unusual toy
Made from a tin/nickel alloy
It was an unusual toy
Made from a tin/nickel alloy
It was sure not to rust
It was an unusual toy
Made from a tin/nickel alloy
It was sure not to rust
But had a huge bust
It was an unusual toy
Made from a tin/nickel alloy
It was sure not to rust
But had a huge bust
and brought to me no end of joy
Joyce was surly and had hairy shoulders
Joyce was surly and had hairy shoulders
Her hair was curly and looked like potholders
Joyce was surly and had hairy shoulders
Her hair was curly and looked like potholders
Her search for a mate
Joyce was surly and had hairy shoulders.
Her hair was curly and looked like potholders.
Her search for a mate
Was thwarted by fate
-“BB”-
Joyce was surly and had hairy shoulders.
Her hair was curly and looked like potholders.
Her search for a mate
Was thwarted by fate
But my passion for her is hidden yet smolders
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Some folks think I’m too big for my britches
Some folks think I’m too big for my britches,
But I throw those that do into ditches
Some folks think I’m too big for my britches,
But I throw those that do into ditches
Where I cover them in slime
Some folks think I’m too big for my britches,
But I throw those that do into ditches
Where I cover them in slime
Because I know that in time
Some folks think I’m too big for my britches,
But I throw those that do into ditches
Where I cover them in slime
Because I know that in time
They’ll sprout into pettiness riches!
…
There once was a singer from Rome
There once was a singer from Rome
Who hated singing at SkyDome
There once was a singer from Rome
Who hated singing at SkyDome
She’d yodel in bed
There once was a singer from Rome
Who hated singing at SkyDome
She’d yodel in bed
Enough to wake the dead
There once was a singer from Rome
Who hated singing at SkyDome
She’d yodel in bed
Enough to wake the dead
But preferred a stage closer to home!
…
A player who didn’t like jazz
A player who didn’t like jazz
or any sort of razzmatazz