I cut a V. J. star with a rusty hinge
from a bra-strap over his wrist
And it did him in.
Cross-eyed
Leave me alone I've got terrible sight
Getting to know you and love you is so strange
Lash Out
Just for the thrill of letting something come out.
And my stigmatism blurs from page to page.
Well the original answer was a cannonball.
It was fired from the mouth of a cave
And hit a shopping mall.
everyone inside died a miserable d**h
When they found the original question on sale
Was not a question at all.
The singing little hand is facing the way
Turning cartwheels on the wall. (He understands
the weight of it all.)
The big hand is complaining of hi lack of height
And wishes he were tall. (So Tall.)
So he could tear-gas the owners
Change the decorum
And shag pile the floor in the hall.
Cross-eyed
Leave me alone I've got terrible sight.
Getting to know you and love you is so strange.
Lash Out
Just for the thrill of letting something come out.
And my stigmatism blurs from page to page.