Carry On Our Marry Way
We carry on our marry way
Tomorrow is a new day
and stop to say, "There goes summer,"
watch the girls walk with dogs
catching fleas with mortgages not paid,
and there goes the maid
cleans house with jewelry in her pockets,
Tip-Toe across the market and into the square,
and watch the strippers dance in pairs.
Tears roll down the street
as happiness goes to meet someone
as tip-toe boys go softly through dusk
streets on a Friday night,
they all sit front row to see the fight.
The girls are tight, with short mini skirt delight,
I like... and I write about them... they get me drunk
and I feed them with life.
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