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fry cook in hell

one fry joint looks pretty much another
they all really sorta look the same
everybody knows you need to work there
but no one seems to need to know your name

the greasy spoon, the diner, and the truck stop
they all attract the self same clientele
they greasy kid, the trucker, and beat cop
the teen-aged temptress with her sales to sell

she walked in and i said, you are an angel
she laughed a throaty laugh and said, do tell
and I'd always kinda known that i had fallen
but I never really guessed how far i fell
that is when i knew i'd found my callin'
that's how i know i'm dropping fries in Hell

old Scratch has got a fryer full of oil
just waiting to find out which way you roll
and he's got that sucker up so hot it's smoking
so he can bite into my battered, breaded soul

i'm cooking here while devils want their munchies
i'm safe as long as the job and tips don't fail
i smile at the girl, hair back in scrunchies
and pretend that i can't see her teeth and tail

she tells me that she started as a fry cook
that she worked her way above the ranks from there
that i could do the same just like a boss
but looking in her eyes, i didn't care
i fell into her gaze and i was lost
such beauty that my soul could never bear
my battered soul reached out for hers, and fell,

deep-fried and golden brown

bobbing in the oil vats

of Hell.

 

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Go Home, Winter, You’re Drunk!

The holidays are jolly, hanging wreathes and hoisting holly
with the reindeer and the snowmen standing guard
The Christmas season's calling as the mercury is falling
From Baltimore to Boston's Harvard Yard

T'is the season to be freezin' while we shovel 'round our hovels
And we'll celebrate the Winter, young and old
But the temperature's not dropping, while we're out here Christmas shopping
'Cause this Winter doesn't seem to like the cold!

Go Home, Winter, You're Drunk! I'll toss your coat back into the trunk.
Autumn's riding shotgun, cause Springtime has the keys
Winter's in the backseat with its head between its knees
Summer's gonna hold your hair / while you toss snowballs everywhere
Go Home, Winter, You're Drunk!

Frosty's sipping boat drinks, singing songs about the ice rinks
and I guess the weather's really lost its head
The elves are all in short sleeves and the snowman's having dry heaves
Won't someone put this Wintertime to bed?

This Christmas is so green it's blue, cause Winter's got the Irish flu
and the snowplows and the road crew's out of work
The Solstice and it's 82 / degrees, and I am telling you
Twelve beers has made this Wintertime a jerk!

Go Home, Winter, You're Drunk! I'll toss your coat back into the trunk.
Autumn's riding shotgun, cause Springtime has the keys
Winter's in the backseat with its head between its knees
Summer's gonna hold your hair / while you toss snowballs everywhere
Go Home, Winter, You're Drunk!

Winter just might sober up
the snowfall forecast's climbing
and we might just get some inches after all
It looks like things will whiten up
Shame about the timing
'Cause it ain't gonna snow here till next fall!

Go Home, Winter, You're Drunk! I'll toss your coat back into the trunk.
Autumn's riding shotgun, cause Springtime has the keys
Winter's in the backseat with its head between its knees
Summer's gonna hold your hair / while you toss snowballs everywhere
Go Home, Winter, You're Drunk!
Go Home, Winter, You're Drunk!

Full June Moon

alone sitting under a full June moon
our feet splash the river of time
as we sit on the bank with our bottle of wine
at last you're mine

And the time flows by just as fast as it can, on its way to the far rushing sea
but we'll stay here with our full June moon, my beautiful young love and me

the sun also rises, or so they say,
and chases the moon from the sky
but we face the day with our feet of clay
and our heads full of love held high

And the time flows by just as fast as it can, on its way to the far rushing sea
but we'll stay here with our full June moon, my beautiful young love and me

we chased the moon in our full loved June
and we each ran from year to the next
and those years went by with no thought of why
or the ripples we made in the stream.

And the time flows by just as fast as it can, on its way to the far rushing sea
but we'll stay here with our full June moon, my beautiful young love and me

now it's December, and cold on the hill
and the chill creeps into my bones
rolling months, memories, fade away
and the soft green years of home

And the time flowed by just as fast as it can, on its way to the far rushing sea
but we'll always be there,
with our full June moon,
my beautiful love
and me.

 

left hand unrequited

I sit and stand
my eyes are glued to this
here television screen
I understand
that I can't comprehend
a thing they mean
If my left hand
changes the station one more time
I think I'll scream

They think it's grand
my eyes are glued to this
here television screen
The shows are bland
They think it's grand
I sit and stand
and my left hand
changes the station one more time
requited unrequited, be quiet
requited unrequited, be quiet
I take it and I shake it but I just can't quit
I take it and I shake it but I just can't quit
requited unrequited, be quiet
requited unrequited, be quiet
matchsticks are matchsticks
and gold is gold
and never the two will meet I’m told

requited unrequited
shut up!

If my left hand
changes the station one more time
I think I'll scream

requited unrequited

my left hand
changes the station
matchsticks
and gold

unrequited

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i went to the zoo and it sucked

The Aardvarks ate arsenic, they died with a frown
The Bears bit their keepers and they all were put down
The Cougar got loose, dunno where she's at
And the Dingoes dropped dead, life's tough and that's that
The Elephant's absent, not tardy or late
The Falcon found something unkind on his plate
Giraffes have been gone now for many a year
But the Horses have only stepped out for a beer
The Iguanas just lay there, they might just be dead
Just like the Jackals, who never got fed
And the Kangaroo's hopping right out of the gate
And Lion's case worker's been left to his fate
And the Manatee left with a "love you long time"
And the Naked Mole Rat got a job fighting crime
The Owls are all gone, they were too wise to stay
And the Panda's been recalled - to where, I can't say
A Queen Snake got loose and she caused quite a stir
Along with a Rattler that Queenie called "Sir"
The Sea Lion sabbatical has twice been prolonged
And the Tapir beat feet, tapped his hooves, said "so long"
An Upland gorilla got a job writing code
The Vulture found dinner on the other side of the road
The Wombat is talking to old Charles Fort
And the Xenopus Frog has found a new sport
And the Yak's in Tibet, 'cause this place was too hot
And the Zebra changed stripes, 'cause his new name is Spot
Yeah I went to the zoo, 'cause there's so much to see
But the only one left in the whole place was me!

 

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