You've been away for such a long long time Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces Now
C'mon baby move over I'm sitting here tonight, C'mon baby move over do the thing that's right I can puff up my feathers, look real mean, be the old man
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you've got me sitting on your mantle like a little glass figurine why must you be so mean? Don't you know I've got better things to do? I'm like a mail
Some say April is the cruelest, and though I can be quite morose. The stiff who penned it on a fool's list of those who are chronically verbose When
You know I've never been to Venezuela, but everything's fine south of the Rust Belt line I think I like it, yes those southern cats are really unique
Some people was an angry thin skinned man, couldn't get along with his one man band Quarter stick rocket and nails in his pocket, and a crying shame,
I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root And a dog with a nasal disease I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing I swear it's the voice
Some of these days, you'll miss your honey Some of these days I'll be going away Some of these days you'll miss your honey You know you're going to miss
I bear no grudge, even though my heart may break. Eternally lost love! I bear no grudge. Though you're shining in your diamond splendour, No ray of light
Studies have shown that we like sheep are prone To sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis But don't be sympathetic, just pass the anaesthetic
Since I first saw him, I think myself blind I look around me, and it's only him I see His image floats before me, So gentle and so kind, he has got a
