Thirty-Three

Thirty-three R.P.M. records, Fashionable thirty-three years ago, I had thirty-three crate-fulls, I was proud to show... Some are collector's items, Or so I'd like to think, But most are merely music, Most would now say stink Thirty-three reasons I've kept them, Thirty-three long old years, The thought of tossing them out, Causes me thirty-three shivering fears When I'm dead and gone, Thirty-three tons of dirt, They'll dump on me, But I'll know no hurt Maybe thirty-three paupers, Will be donated thirty-three Album each, And then in thirty-three ways, From the grave I'll reach.