My Halloween getup is weird
When walking the street I am feared
But I cover my face with a mask
As I drink from a flask
And dribble all over my beard
The witches are out on their brooms
The witches are out on their brooms
And mummy's awake from their tombs
The witches are out on their brooms
And mummy's awake from their tombs
Bats fly in brigade
And spiders parade
The witches are out on their brooms
And mummys awake from their tombs
Bats fly in brigade
And spiders parade
While the scaredy cats stay in their rooms.
Hear Calliope's song
An aMUSEment that never goes wrong
Her talents weren't meek
For a gal who was Greek
Before ipods came along
He ran with a hole in his britches
He ran with a hole in his britches
And kept everybody in stitches.
We laughed so hard
He ran with a hole in his britches
And kept everybody in stitches
We laughed so hard
We fell in the yard
And tumbled away in the ditches
The Math man's output is prodigious
The Math man's output is prodigious
He writes with a fervour religious
The Math man's output is prodigious
one calculating mind can configure this
such gift is this mans forte
his key opens up numerous door ways,
smart and above the pretentious...
mute child that yelled in his sleep
The Math man's output is prodigious
He writes with a fervour religious
He has lots of brains
But he never explains
Why his synapses aren't contiguous (close enough!)
I don't want to start a new rhyme
My mind's in a bind all the time
I don't want to start a new rhyme
My mind's in a bind all the time
If I try to stay plucky
I might just get lucky
I don't want to start a new rhyme
My mind's in a bind all the time
If I try to stay plucky
I might just get lucky
And climb out of this slime in time.
In France there once was a riot,
But now things seem to be quiet.
In France there once was a riot,
But now things seem to be quiet.
No burning, no looting
and nary a shooting.
If you want that iPod,
you must buy it.
The pundits all rush to judge,
The pundits all rush to judge
They carry a mighty big grudge
The pundits all rush to judge
They carry a mighty big grudge
When things go wrong
It won't be long
The pundits all rush to judge
They carry a mighty big grudge
When things go wrong
It won't be long
Before they show up
to curmudge.
Where I live, there can be no doubt,
that we are in the midst of a drought.
Where I live, there can be no doubt,
that we are in the midst of a drought.
We've had no rain
And that's a pain
Where I live, there can be no doubt,
that we are in the midst of a drought.
We've had no rain
And that's a pain
Guess that's what global warmin's about.
All the christmas decorations are up.
All the Christmas decorations are up
But those jingle-bells never shut up
