A small cigar can change the world
I know, I've done
The actors milling helplessly--
The script is blowing out to sea.
But
Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing.
Vivas, cortinas, weaving in
All right and honorable gentlemen
And lady, too
Will kindly try to
Tear it down in double quick time
To get the eighth
Critic of the black and white
It's your first night.
The passion
Your mother she protected you
And softened every blow
And brought you
Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire.
She's a
Got a grand house out in the country.Marble pillars holding
The tiger flashes sharpened teeth.
Bowler-hatted; summer briefs
Beneath his pins
``hello. this is `law of the bungle part ii'. by
The master playwright
Urges you to play right/play wrong;
Life is long
Last light's out
They're all abed
And something's in my room
Creeping down
The tiny ant leaves his tiny ant drops in the
One day he'll walk from out of this place.
You'll see
Did you learn your lines today?
Well, there is no
I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black,
No
I'd like to take you
To the edge of every morning
On
Come running. go for overkill.
If you don't come now, I'll
One two three two
The editor lies screaming (begging in his
She moves with machinery for the fancy sports car trade.
Part
In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend
Would you like to see my lion
My friend cecil is
I walked down that boulder road,
Through a child's eye saw
Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing
Spinel
Young gladys was a silky maiden
At thirteen, she was going
Stopped off on a long drive.
Down from the high country.
Spent
