I believe for every drop of rain that falls
There's that much rain
I believe in the great somewhere
Ice cream's vanilla plain
(no nuts, no fudge, no cookie dough, no marshmallows)
I believe for everyone who goes astray
There may be a stint on the gallows
I believe tiny fairies fly in bubbles in wine
I believe, I believe, we each are in a bind
Tue 28 Mar, 2017 01:30 pm
Then their combs would get wet, and I see no napkins on the table.
With enough beer, you become sufficiently drunk enough to not care about such trivialities.
Tue 28 Mar, 2017 04:50 pm
Large, powerful beaks and neck muscles grasp the rim of the glass and lift it up so the beer pours down the rooster's throat. When your hands are located inside your wings, you have to get creative.
Tue 28 Mar, 2017 09:46 pm
... nothing is sacred
At least you have your religion to fall back, off the bar stool, on.
I use my pecker, and every splash of panache, is used on my cockscomb.
Sometimes it's harder than the booster
Giving all your love to just one rooster
You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times
Doin' things that you oughtn't yooster
But if you love him, you'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to shooshter
And if you love him, oh be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a cock.
Stand by your cock, give him two wings to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely.
Stand by your cock, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love in talk.
Stand by your cock.
Stand by your comb, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love at home.
Stand by your comb.