Old Mother McCreery
Played on her washboard.
Time for nursery rhymes
That aren't worth a dime
But seriously
Yeah steel band music
On the corners of the streets
In Miami
In the old days,
Improvised bands with
All sorts of
Improvised instruments
And little boys
Playing on their miniature set of bongo,
Ukuleles, and harmonicas
All
Music in different ways.

Destry
Rides from the vestry
To pick out his best trees
For either the ridge line or
Tree line - I just can't tell
For his Bout with the infantry.
Dastardly and Motley are two
Of his favorite men.
Some of them can even root for
The suit for
Destry rides again
But i'm just tight again.
yeah, Destry Jones.
The good 'ol Jones Boy

Apples, peaches, pumpkin pie by Jay
And the Techniques. It doesn't give
Me cold chills (they go over so far)
But it reminds me when i hear it on
Oldies stations of the Vietnam generations
Which I created to love, the things I like to
Think they're generally for, and the soul
That lead singer Jay greenford to in
Person I bet, plusa whole lurk of a
Tracy great generation for the most part-the
Early name generation before that and the soldiers
Who fought then. The World War II generation
I can remember hearing apples, peaches....
Binding from the loud speakers of the square
U.S. recorded among of the them record stores
At or any times square as I took myself
Wilkornnces
Through when
I'd go to New York
In the midstates.

Cough it up.
Cover it up.
I don't want it
But you do.
Wrap it up.
I'll take you through.
Easy!
Wrap yourself up.
I'll take you
And a box of cover. Propdog
You look so ****
Like old time movie star
Patrick Medina
The view of the ocean
And the sun as dusk
In heaven
Reminds me of
Both of you.

All the voices are wimped together,
Cloudy, and clear,
Here you'll see something that makes you deng,
Makes you hear,
Ciacress
You regress
And fret
Other getting wet.
Here you'll see
Progress outer tea,
A way to record
And lets get clear,
No fear,
And don't lear.

How sweet it is, to be loved by me, myself and I.
Out of the sky
Like a bullet
Comes the order to die.
God plays and favorites
We might as well the whole thing saves

I said sip harder,
No a lecture on Lex Barker
Or a peanut from Jimmy Carta,
Only if you're lonely
Due to a closed Burger King
And like a group sing
Over Yao Ming
And Lieutenant Ping
Of the Ping Pong.

Out of your perch in the trees,
Here I've spread a blanket
And I've gotten us a six pack
Of Coke and a king sized bag of chips
Let's enjoy the sand
And make a stand
For glam
Without a sham
For being roven hewn
With our venison
As we fall into each other's arms.
Soon the stars will be out
And we'll fall asleep with my arm
Around you.

Been
In?
Bin in tin
A sin?
Lyn
A flynn?
Blince
A since?
Slince
A min?

Above all else
I guess
I've blessed
Your tressels
And hide
in you usehbur
While wrestling
With discretion

Doctor my eyes by Jackson Browne.
Mom and child reunion by Paul Simon,
Quiet violence by Arthur Lymon,
Heaven bust be missing an angel by
Tavares
Theme from A Summer Place by the
Percy Faith archestive
Island in the sun by The Sandpipers,
Love power by the Sandpipers,
The horse by Cliff Nobles & Co,
Only the strong survive by Jerry Butler
Moonlight feels right by Starbuck,
Expressway to your heart by the Soul Survivors,
Shotgun by Junior Walker
Afternoon delight by The Strand
Vocal Band
We live in Brooklyn Baby by Roy Ayers
And Dance with
Me by Orleans.

Furt,
Drink your squirt,
Don't hurt
Or blurt
Out Curt
Or skirt
The issues of the tissues,
Bird
What's the word,
Curd,
On curb.

My gait
Can wait.
My fate
With a mate.
Can wait too.
I just want a soulmate.
Yea but i know I'm a solitary man
O.k. then yeah solitaire
And solitude
Both
I guess
I'll pass a test,
Don't you fret.

Lugnut
Plug not,
Flung not
For want not.
A bit of huney,
A bit of stick
The screwdriver
As in carpentry tool,
Come here quick.
Drill,
Trill,
Frills
Hammer up
And let me lie a little.
On to the miter box.

And tea for too few,
A sea where the moon is blue,
A rustic few
Seeing off
The sunlight
With an ink of blue
Deja Vu.
Norman Soldiers
Relinquish
In order to set out
A picnic dinner
In the basis
Soft camel, the animal
Quick had me a camel cigarette
Enough of nerve endings
That chomp at the bit
I won't smoke
But will soak it
In the ink of blue
For a souvenir

The yellow rose of Texas
A rose in Spanish Harlem
Rose Kennedy
David Rose - the Orchestra leader
The song The Rose
Peat Rose
Red rose for a blue lady, the song
Just some roses
That come into mind

Mary, How is you garland?
You probably got something
From Carry
And your sense of humor
From George Carlin
I'll probably, if I get married again,
Marry a Mary,
Maybe not,
But I'm sure it'd improve my lot.
Things get hairy,
Without a Mary,
But never again with we tarry,
Over calling each other Gary,
Mary.

TV Gibe,
Put my vibe
Out on the lines
Of the newspaper.
TV,
You'll eventually tell me
What's going on.
I you know
Right now snow
And let me know
It's pretty lo-co

Jesus was the first hippie,
One of few and the greatest of all.
If hippies who are people are sincere souls full of love.
It's suprising what different sizes
And varieties there are. Tommy James
Seems like a great one when he
Sings- Love, love is the answer. I'm
Sure he's sincere. I think the
Beatles really didn't mean it
When they sand -All you need
Is love.

I'm not funning
About you being stunning
And I have no cunning
About you
And having heard of Jim Bunning
I'm just running
Off the mouth
About gunning for you
When you're much too young
Much too unsung
And maybe never been flung
Off
Toffer
See!

I get the heebie jeebies
Everytime you pass by
I want to be accepted by you
So much,
I have such a crush
On you,
You're so cool.
I'm a fool
For wondering if
You're being cruel

Out there at high tide
The force of almost a tidal wave
Getting hit hard by
Makes me crave
Some Florida orange juice
Eat a capon
And go out into the water at low tide
To tell the truth
With a batman cape on
Just to know my lies
If any
I heard they're many
But maybe white lies
About my service experiences
And immediate response to something in
A cigarette obviously

Don't it by in it,
Belt a car even especially
Steel does anything but heal
And you'll miss more than a meal
And if it's waves
You might never heal

Prescriptive prescriptions
For restricted positions
That all twist
(Just being facetious)
That's the way.
That's the way love is
But the point of
No return
Could make me yurn
How to learn.

Keeping you loyal,
Not letting you boil,
Or worry about toil
Is no foil
For me
But a chance to pay my fees
And set me with this goal
Of feeling glee
And not playing the roll.

I can't handle keeping busy,
I try to hard to be all around.
If I would specialize
Which major trying to do
I would be hardy
Or am getting happy.
It was something
About being schizoid
Thinking in themes
On concepts
Or cepts as they're called
In on pregonagurte literal
Mets school,
And not concertingring
On the thing at hand

Pick mix-on,
Let's call him The Fonze
He wanted act-ion,
He even probably brought in
Some navitivs
Equipment to the white house,
Act-ion
Mix-on

Snapshot,
Crapsshot,
Of course this one
Has nothing to do with Beth Tapscott
That is, only if you have some gumption
Rack it up
Sack it up
Crack it up
****** it up
Frap it up
But only the lonely
Ah but only the lonely

Areno
Mellon
Shanon
The firenous
Who's into Saul Berlin
Oh jello
Or a cappella

If i could tell a tale
About a long, true Texan,
I'd go back to Tex-Mex
But free freddy fender
From all responsibility
For Tex.
Tex was a dog of a guy
Although a nam vet
He's struck me
As totally lost.
He couldn't function
At even the lowest level
Oh he had his cowboy hat
And his boodies
But his lips curved
And he was, yes, naive beyond all belier
I could go on further
About him but I won't.

Hidden money,
Hidden Cigarettes,
***** sweat socks,
Neat articles of clothing
You didn't know you had,
Shoes you had forgotten about,
Especially bedroom surprises,
Books you've been putting off reading,
Wadded up colored funny papers
From old Sunday papers and their Sunday
Papers right there, some rotting
You name it, you can find it
Including ***** plates with spoiled food
And ants collecting all about them
Or even a dead mouse, stuffed from
The spoiled food.

Roy Nyers
Donald Byrd
Stanley Turrentine,
Wayne Shorter
McCoy Tyner,
Frank Sinatra,
Billie Holliday,
Gene Ammons,
Some I want to listen to
Like
Clark Terry,
Art Farmer,
and Yusef Lateef.

An icky flophouse in downtown
LA,
The Astor Hotel- a famous New
York City Hotel,
The hotel breslin in midtown south
In N.Y.- an out of the way one
A rusty- watered motel room late at
Night on a lonely stretch of the
Jursey Pike,
A run down drive in Chapagin I stayed
In with a 'Girlfriend' so we could do it.

It occupies my time,
Opens up new visits,
Gives me a chance to interact,
Yeah the refreshments.
And a chance to win something,
Gives me a chance to share,
There are funny people,
You can kid around,
There's reminiscing,
Mind twisting,
And it's educational usually.

Dance, dance, dance,
Let's prance.
Fun, fun, fun
Keep on dancing.
We like to dance,
We like to prance.
Keep on dancing,
Let's dance.

I'd stub my toe
If you'd blow
The glow
Right out of my flow.

I'd puff and stuff
If you'd bluff
On my Fluff
And leave me gruff.

I'd prpulate
If you'd coagulate
And leave a demilitarized zone
For your horses that roam.

I'd be difficult
If you'd discover that occult
In my tote bag
So my duffel bag wouldn't sag.

In passing
I'd just want a kiss
A not to my sis,
And a chance for us to do the fist.

The soft and tan and young and lovely
Makes us all think life we're lovely-
But don't get delusional-
You're not little Miss Sunbeam
Soft and tan and young and lovely...
Soft and tan and young and lovely...

Don't be like a worm
Make it your ultimate concern
And then you'll relearn
Words to ode to a grecian urn
And tackle
The debacle
In holy Mackerel
By Amos and Andy
And then John Candy
And now
As in pow
And as in an old row
With an old Cow
Bow wow wow!

I saw you on James Corden.
I liked your lime-mirange outfit.
It fought, yes, the boredom.
(I know, i seem fascinated by life,
But i still wouldn't handle it
With a knife).
I needed to watch it -the show
I needed a person like you just as much
As you Diana your mother.
I just wanted to be reminded of it like sometimes I feel there's
No other
Passion
posit - traction
Relaxin'
When there's a tax-in.
(It was around April fifteenth.
My money goes stright to
Don Monteita).
Just kiddin?
What's ripplin?
So the story goes
As sting says,
Just lookin in
On TV Land.
Is that such a sin?
Tracee-
You're better that Macy's
And your clothes have nice laces
I don't mean to be racist.

Even the Harlem Globetrotters
are included
and James Brown
is not excluded
there might not be
only rebirth as in Hay P.
but lips aren't bad
now
and no old black woman
is considered a sow

There seems to be small pockets of a
love generations left over from the sixties
but I find most people of that era
phonies them ****
and to this day
the World War II generation
shows up its name generation ****
tradition to me
is like half of a day
and the classics
and Brooks Brothers
not some weird anti-war protest
I don't mean to write off
a whole generation though
mainly being cooped up in
places where it's practically
frowned upon if you explode
I'm just blowin' off steam
through written work

Apple
was a mouthful
Packnett
isn't Dragnet
little Debbie
needs a Chevy
Debbie here
doesn't spend with a lear
and yes I know
all the king's horses
couldn't get them in a corsett

It's not Tues
as in Weld
or the actors guild
or blowing a fuse
that leads to back
to the sack
only to breed
as in a sneeze

Lyle Lovett might not agree
he might have a degree
in accounting
as far as buoyancy
Toy with me
Killer
but let me be
in the end
and I'll seek as you Ann Miller

No I don't think you're the Wendy
the hamburger stand is named for
and I know when we think of
Wendy's we think of Wendy Miller
but you are on the night shift
here on this ward have the
kindest, nicest Mona Lisa
Smile I've ever seen.
You might not resemble her elsewhere
in this face but that smile sure
reminds me of that Mona Lisa.
I think there's a country song
that I thought reminded
me about Mona Lisa losing her smile
that reminds me of yours
yeah some of us look so benign
in the face we feel we could never be
dangerous as in trouble

I even like the colors on the
Lucky Strikes pack red, black, white
and olive drab
and I love the song Keepers of the Castle
by the 4 Tops where he says
red, yellow, black, white, and brown
with a tear of their own
now us latino partial roots maybe and latinos
in general are excluded from
the picture entirely and it's red,
yellow, black, white, and blue bloods
where it's at now to some
Keep America Beautiful -
yeah brown power,
brown panthers,
and a bunch of
entriending snobs
As Y6 says
**** Donald Trump
no I'm not
but **** him and company a little
pardon the language
this is probably ok though
not like Nixon's 1st term
and since then up to Trump.

**** bartering.
Yeah cash on the barrel-head
cash money, and paying the price.
So there'll be enough profits
from the products so that workers'
wages can be improved constantly
to get them out of poverty
I don't mean to sound picky
but like I say yeah little favor
capitalism but always making
a healthy profit to constantly
keep the plight of the workers
of the world in need.

Short, cute chicks
especially turn me on
They seem so dainty
and normal
and I find myself such
a big lamer
that opposites attract.
And they're proud
of what height
they do have
and they have no trouble
keeping spotless
(not that tall people do)
and they seem to dream
up the most adorable
clothes to wear
maybe I'm imagining stuff.
I do prefer the
medium height ones
as an all 'round
package though
But let's hear it fro the girls
let's give the girls a hand

I read somewhere
that Patti Smith
was into early James Brown music
and I like particularly
his Chonnie on Chon Chon, the Bells,
and Bewildered but I threw
the albums they were on away
Someone just told me that
Patti Smith was one of
the early punk rockers.
I don't know much about that
or what it has to do with early
James Brown music
but I did like the ***
appeal she exuded
when I saw
publicity photos of her a
long while back
I'm not driving at anything
in particular but it's strange
how some things are
connected, isn't it?
The scope of James Brown
music might be the immense
and early James Brown
probably really isn't that great.

Yeah I know I'm still the drip
the main wet blanket
and another Benedict Arnold
these long-haired weirdos
who are always implying that
aren't perfect either
I don't care if they wash
their hair 20 times
a day
and put on fresh underwear
2 or 3 times a day
they must be just as scared
with senanigans like that
I'm Nikita an American traitor
but they could have backed
up some of us who wanted to
go at first
Oh Well I guess I'm just bitter
'cause I'm not very popular