#AmericanWriters
Have you been to the land of happy… Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay?
Don’t give a dose to the one you… Give her some marmalade... give he… You can give her the willies or gi… But the dose that you give her wil… I once had a lady as sweet as a so…
Whosever room this is should be as… His underwear is hanging on the la… His raincoat is there in the overs… And the chair is becoming quite mu… His workbook is wedged in the wind…
I know you little, I love you lot… my love for you could fill ten pot… fifteen buckets, sixteen cans, three teacups, and four dishpans.
The morning sun touched lightly on The eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In a white suburban town, As she lay there ‘neath the covers…
Depends on if the judge is fair, Depends how high the heels you wea… Depends on if they count the hair, Depends if they allow the chair.
Hey dragged up my holly and I pul… Hey rig down the road I tore 'em… I wheeled right in them swinging d… Out through the window with half o… Everybody stopped and roared here…
Well, my daddy left home when I w… and he didn’t leave much to Ma and… just this old guitar and a bottle… Now I don’t blame him because he… but the meanest thing that he ever…
Birds are flyin’ south for winter. Here’s the Weird-Bird headin’ nor… Wings a-flappin’, beak a-chatterin… Cold head bobbin’ back 'n’ forth. He says, 'It’s not that I like ic…
If the world was crazy, you know w… A big slice of soup and a whole qu… A lemonade sandwich, and then I m… Some roasted ice cream or a bicycl… A nice notebook salad, an underwea…
Someone ate the baby. It’s rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby So she won’t be out to play. We’ll never hear her whiney cry
Would you like to buy a dog with a… He is quite the strangest dog ther… Though he’s not too good at knowin… just exactly where he’s going, He is very very good at sitting do…
In the laid back California town… Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetca… You probably knew her well She was stoned 15 of her 18 years And her story was widely told,
(Chorus) Pour me another tequila, Sheila. Take off that red satin dress. 'Cause I crossed the border, And I beat the dealer for all of…
I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,