so you
better bring a bucket,
there
is a hole in the pail,
and
if you don't get my letter,
then
you'll know that i'm in jail,
and
what becomes of all the little boys,
who
never say their prayers,
well
they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the
nickel over there.
and if
you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well
you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just
like punchlines between the cars,
and
i know a place where a royal flush,
can
never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on
the nickel over there.
so ring
around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and
you're always late for supper,
and
man you let me down again,
i thought
i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you
can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the
nickel over there.
so what
becomes of all the little boys,
who
run away from home,
well
the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once
you get out on your own,
so here's
to all the little boys,
the
sandman takes you where,
you'll
be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the
nickel over there.
so let's
climb up through that button hole,
and
we'll fall right up the stairs,
and
i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the
nickel over there.
Marco Giunco |
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