singing Sullivan is out with his tunes
to my dismay, he's gone astray
but that's just like ol' singing Sullivan
simple is better, key word bet
there's a rambling man in the circuit race
swears to god his horse will win
swears to god on a opium trip
never really knowing whats up or down
mud street lies across the bayou'
for those who live the Bronx tale
a jester appears, drinking white wine smoothies
and tangy grape juice juleps
there's a cat in the window
a black and white one \
she yawns so i can see all her teeth
come here kitty kat, and she hisses at me
no fear, when we play, just livin west way
there's Rumpelstiltskin, drunk on the city bench
it belches not knowing what time it is
falls up then down, then, up again
word association gives me the flu
but it won't be my tomb
because i have the flu
in ancient gallery tombs
she had to spin around in circles to get that one
ride along in my automobile
the black and white cat appears
i swerve and hit a pole
we're lucky to be alive
no sense, no time
there was a stop sign just a second there
and we dodged a freight train by a hair
the cat walks away
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