One, two, three, two The editor lies screaming, begging in his working drink Questioning, "Who is God's favorite rock star this week?'' And will the
I'd like to take you To the edge of every morning On a magic eiderdown To a window chair In the Paradise Steakhouse Where there's a cup of silver coffee
She moves with machinery for the fancy, sports car trade Part of the industrial process, she sees that they stay made, hmm She works from early A.M.,
Would you like to see my lion? My friend Cecil is damp and smooth A damp, smooth sea lion Yes, Cecil is a sea lion Cecil is a sea lion Cecil is a sea
In long years of ancient time Stood alone a friend of mine Reflected by the ever-burning sigh Of a God who happened by And in the dawn, there came the
I walked down that boulder road Through a child's eye saw places where I used to go Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole To the rock that overlooked
Young Gladys was a silky maiden At thirteen, she was going strong, yeah, oh, Gladys Nicely filled out, fully laden But down below there was something
Stopped off on a long drive, down from the high country Spent a long time sitting here, long time counting hot miles Oh, I'd like a cup of black coffee
Brain storming, habit forming, battle warning Weary winsome actor spewing spineless chilling lines The critics falling over to tell themselves he's boring
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: Spoken: "Hello. This is `Law of the Bungle Part II'. By the way, I'm Martin Barre; but sometimes I'm an owl, and my feathers are really smooth,
: The tiger flashes sharpened teeth. Bowler-hatted; summer briefs beneath his pinstriped skin. To kill demands a business sense; Economy moves non
: Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing spineless chilling lines. The critics falling over to tell themselves he
: The tiny ant leaves his tiny ant drops in the sand, And makes his home inside a rusty watering can, Occasionally going out to look for bread and
: The master playwright urges you to play right/play wrong; life is long and every night's the first night. The wardrobe mistress urges you to dress
: In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine. Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a god who happened by. And in the dawn, there
: Then God, the director, smells a rat. Pulls another rabbit from His hat. Sniffs the air and He says, "Well, that's that I'm going.'' The actors
: Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no rehearsal. The tickets have all been sold for tomorrow's matinee. There's a telegram from the writer