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It's a Nineteen-Twenties Song

It’s a Nineteen-Twenties tune—forgive me, I was born too soon,
Going to fake it anyway, and bring back yesterday.
Inka-dinka-do, that old soft shoe—and I danced with Georgia Brown.
Muskrat rag—“can you spare me a ***?”—
And the stock market came dow-w-w-w-w-w-n!

It’s A Nineteen-Twenties song, the decade didn’t last too long,
Nineteen-Thirties knocked it flat, like a Babe Ruth baseball bat.
Black-face minstrel on a white man’s stage,
Girl smoking cigarettes, it’s all the rage—

And New York made that music move.
Bath-tub gin in your coffee cup—
Home-town girl acting so grown up—
Those East Coast boys, her Mama won’t approve!

Scott Fitzgerald and his wayward wife,
She danced on the tables while he drank up his life—
And only Billy Sunday told the truth: 
 They corrupted the nation’s youth!

It’s a Nineteen-Twenties dance—
If you missed it once, here’s another chance.
Charleston, if you can—
Honey, swing that man.

It’s a Nineteen-Twenties beat, 
Hotel ball-room, move your feet.
Flapper with the short, short hair—
Young folks, I declare!

Sweet, sweet Sue making eyes at you—
And a gangster named Capone.
Razz-a-ma-tazz, and that Dixie jazz—
And that famous slide trombone…

It’s a Nineteen-Twenties dream---
Make that sweet nostalgia gleam,
Press your ear to the radio—
Will Rogers says “Hello!”
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.

It's a Nineteen-Twenties Song

It’s a Nineteen-Twenties tune—forgive me, I was born too soon,
Going to fake it anyway, and bring back yesterday.
Inka-dinka-do, that old soft shoe—and I danced with Georgia Brown.
Muskrat rag—“can you spare me a ***?”—
And the stock market came dow-w-w-w-w-w-n!

It’s A Nineteen-Twenties song, the decade didn’t last too long,
Nineteen-Thirties knocked it flat, like a Babe Ruth baseball bat.
Black-face minstrel on a white man’s stage,
Girl smoking cigarettes, it’s all the rage—

And New York made that music move.
Bath-tub gin in your coffee cup—
Home-town girl acting so grown up—
Those East Coast boys, her Mama won’t approve!

Scott Fitzgerald and his wayward wife,
She danced on the tables while he drank up his life—
And only Billy Sunday told the truth: 
 They corrupted the nation’s youth!

It’s a Nineteen-Twenties dance—
If you missed it once, here’s another chance.
Charleston, if you can—
Honey, swing that man.

It’s a Nineteen-Twenties beat, 
Hotel ball-room, move your feet.
Flapper with the short, short hair—
Young folks, I declare!

Sweet, sweet Sue making eyes at you—
And a gangster named Capone.
Razz-a-ma-tazz, and that Dixie jazz—
And that famous slide trombone…

It’s a Nineteen-Twenties dream---
Make that sweet nostalgia gleam,
Press your ear to the radio—
Will Rogers says “Hello!”
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Guess We'Re Outa Gas

Guess we're outa gas, I wonder how we're goin' on.
We drove forever and we never even thought
that the price might go too high.
If we wasn't cruisin, we was losin
And we didn't care why.
Guess we're outa gas, I'll make sweet love with you.

Guess we're outa dream, we knew it had to end some day.
We had the dream, but now it don't seem
To be what it looked to be.
Now that it's gone we know it's all gone,
There ain't nothin left to do.
Guess we're outa dream, I'll make sweet love with you.

We had our dream, great American Dream.
We had our pie, in the sky.
All over this world they're tryin' to build
Like our great American dream.
Another American dream.
But they ain't gonna fly!
No way they'll fly.

It'll never fly again!

Guess we're outa time, I wonder what it's coming to.
We had the time, but we blew it every time
Like we thought we oughta do.
I could hold your hand, and tell you it's planned,
But I wonder if it's true.
Guess we're outa time, I'll make sweet love with you.
Guess we're outa dream, I'll make sweet love with you.
Guess we're outa gas, I'll make sweet love with you.


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