The We in THEY
the I in MI
The Uno Number One
it who talked about
it's all about them
It you It's me
it's us
THE WHOLE THING!
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Kiss me One hundred times
call me your man....Hold up!
We looking for Bookings and Dates!
What ya'll wanna hear?
What we gonna sing!
Inspiration and motivation
might money do it's thing!
Lemonade in the shade
That's right my Freind
we wanna get paid!
Music we got that!
Style that aint but ah thing!
We gonna write song beautiful Lyrics
get right when we sing!
ooh's in the right place
verse and chorus on track
Doo wee whoomp
whoompah ditty doo that!
Leader of the Band
Star of the show
Backgrounds forgrounds
Lady let me know!
Kiss me One Hundred times.
Hold me close
Say your mine.
We goona say this one more time
Money will get us there!
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Tis:Tis, that: that
I'm what you want
Me: that's where it's at!
Backbeat thats neat
Shuffle feel
see thats real
Justifacation of his ACTS
Gully washer
Buckeroo
Call me We got
all that!
When he was born, for a while,
he was placed in a plastic box;
thereafter as an adult
he moved into many a rented and boxy room.
As he matured, he filled his available space
with the accoutrements
of a hastily gathered together life.
He mostly wanted and pined to be -
a cowboy,
a buckeroo on a far roaming horse
for hunting the far flung.
As he gazed from his boxed in mind
upon the blue yonder
he would sing lonesome songs
knowing only the God
of faraway places would hear him
and not tell.
He knew that if were ever to escape
his own boxed-in existence
he could never
go back then to his four cornered homes,
in the cramped and crowded towns,
for that would surely
hurt his wide-open heart.
Ironically, and not so incidentally,
he had long made a living making
boxes in such places.
Perhaps this alone can be said of him:
That his limited life grew larger
as he filled every box with his hopes,
visions and dreams.
Seeing an immature fellow acting the fool
Say it like it is, “got shoes older than you”
Smarten up me buckeroo
Your jeans are full of poop
It's been suggested you go back to school
Have you ever personally wondered
If you're playing with a totally full deck?
It may be that you just think you're normal
And you really don't even suspect
You're certain it's got to be everyone else
That's just a little bit off centre
It can't be you, you're totally sane
In your mind that thought never entered
Well, here's a news flash, me buckeroo!
A wake up call I'm sending to you
Those images swirling around in your brain
They're not real, there's something askew!
Believe me, I used to be totally insane
Then got zapped between the eyes
By a bolt of lightning that cleared my sinuses
As well as all the sewers nearby!
You may not be operating on all eight cylinders
See a shrink before it's too late
He surely can prescribe some strong medication
So you won't go around half baked!
Have you ever personally wondered
If you're playing with a totally full deck?
Here's a wake up call, me buckeroo
Seems your train might have been in a wreck!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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