This won’t buy a baby a shirt!
Or pay for the one it’s wearing
What are you waiting for?
A streetcar?
Are you going to the show tonight?
I see you’re picking out your seat.
What’s the hold up?
Suspenders?
Pig’s feet are going up
Bad weeds grow fast
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Could be anyplace from soup to nuts and back again.
The bush is full of them
Oh Go To Bed
Lucky it’s not cold in here
Your face could freeze like that
Right with ever sharp
I’m Waiting
Not for a streetcar either
Promise!
Holy Shoot face
Who died and made you boss?
He doesn’t even stick up for me
And I’m nice.
There she goes again Doctor
She’s heading for the rhubarb
You’re All Heart
She’s too green to burn
Now you’re cookin’ on gas
I’m nice till you blew it
Will you go to bed?
Do you want to live and die happy?
Can’t dance and it’s too wet to plough
You horse’s neck
Mother pin a rose on me
NO rest for the wicked and less for the lousy
Oh Bushwash
Guess what he invented?
Steam engines.
What time does the dance start?
I see you’re cleaning out the hall.
I’ve had the biscuit.
Have you got ants in your pants?
It’s hard to be mad and nobody scared
What do you think this is?
Grand Central Station
Do you sell that by the yard or the mile?
You’re just like a fart in a mitten
You couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag
You thought!
Who made you boss?
Hotter than the hubs of Jerusalem
You’ll get a reward in heaven for this
How is Beth? How is John? How is Saskatoon?
I’m going crazy….wanna come along?
Well I suppose…..
Timbuctoo
Where do you think it is? On top of the roof?
You want to send me around the bend
I might as well do it myself
Not now but right now
Now how am I going to pick that up?
I should be doing something….
Just a cup of tea and a piece of toast…
Till Hell freezes over and the devil learns to skate
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