Highway revisited by Bob
Will you still need me?
Will you still feed me?
Last stop Santa Monica
Santa Claus is coming to town
“I’m TWENTY-TWO now, but I won’t be for long.” - “Leaves That Are Green” by Simon and Garfunkel
“Strawberry letter TWENTY-TWO.” - Brothers Johnson
“She had TWENTY-THREE masts and withstood several blasts, and we called her the Irish Rover.” - Irish folk song
“Here is the main thing I want to say: I’m busy TWENTY-FOUR hours a day. I fix broken hearts, baby, I’m your handy man.”
“It’s TWENTY-FIVE miles from home, Girl. My feet are hurting mighty bad.” - Edwin Starr
“I’m waiting for my man, with TWENTY-SIX dollars in my hand.” - Velvet Underground
“They battled up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men. But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again.” - The Ballad of Ira Hayes
Now if 6 turned out to be 9, I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
Poem #58. Funk #49. Those songs are as heavy as 16 tons. And, yes, one late night 6 did turn out to be nine. I was supposed to be home by 7:30 am.
But it’s one for the money…
The perfect temperature.
Look at Mother Nature on the run in the nineteen seventies.
There’s 50 ways this thread has got out of hand.
Don’t know what to do Sue.
We each got our own plan Stan.
And get back on track Jack.
Then jump out the winda Linda.
And your eyes will twinkle Pepperwinkle.
“It’s a friggin’ cluster”, said Mustard.
My favorite number.
Oh, for godsake it’s trombones. What’s wrong with you people? Do I have to do everything myself?
Ever had an address on Sunset Strip?
A piano missing 10 keys.
ThisrecordplaystooGoddamfast.
Gonna take a trip around the world in a hot air balloon.