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It's half past giggle time
Around these happy parts
It always begins with a silly grin
That's the way it usually starts
Then just like rolling thunder
Much laughter fills the air
Bunches of silly snortles are heard
With titterings here and there
Each one is quite unusual
An individual kind of thing
Some uncontrollable snorting noises
At times embarrassing
There's Harry from Hoboken
Who giggles like a girl
And that Nancy lady from Nantucket
Whose eyeballs swirl and twirl
There ain't no rhyme or reason
Why people chuckle so
So giggle away, my very good friends
That's the stuff! Way to go!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Oh i once knew a lad from Hoboken,
a lad from Hoboken, a lad from Hoboken
Zip a dee da day o
This lad from Hoboken, this lad from Hoboken
He loved to sing and he lived to dance
This lad from Hoboken this lad from Hoboken
Loved to sing and dance
Zip a dee da day o
Now he sang all day and he danced all night
And he danced all day far into the moonlit night
He danced all day and he danced all night
So what do we do with this lad from Hoboken
He sang all day and danced all night
So what do we do with him
Oh i once knew a lad from Hoboken
A lad from Hoboken
A lad from Hoboken
I once knew a lad from Hoboken
Who is now lying dead from fairy spite
They made him dance and they made him sing
All on a moonless night
He kept on dancin, kept on dancin.
Right on over a cliff.
Oh i heard the thunder and heard the thunder
Of the wild hunts trip with souls to ferry
To lands down under,
I saw my friends ghost on back of horse
Back of horse, back of horse,
Screaming at me for help
So i once knew a lad from Hoboken
A lad from Hoboken
A lad from Hoboken
zip a dee da day o
After dining at the finest of Maw and Paw restaurants
Frequented by men in trucks
Outside I slipped on the gravel drive
And as would be my luck
The LARGE cowboy belt I'm so proud of
Latched on and then got stuck
Now I'm off to see America
From the front grill of a Big Mac Truck
From the plains of Plano, Texas
To the hills of Hoboken Plantation, Tennessee
There's not to many places
That Big Mac Truck did not take me
To other motorists I was Mr. Friendly
With my arms flapping in the wind
They all would honk and wave and smile
As I smiled back with my bug filled grin
For weeks and weeks we went from coast to coast
Hollywood, California is where I made my mark
Someone happened to take my picture
Which made me an instant star
So I hooked my buckle to the front of a limo
As crowds started to recognize me
A Big Mac Truck would no longer do
When your a Big Time Celebrity
I was on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon
He interviewed me from a parking lot
The limo would not fit on the couch
Plus I can't get the buckle to unlock
Now when my limo pulls up to crosswalks
Pedestrians ask for my autograph
Before the light turns green and me and the bumper we leave
I tell a few jokes and we share a few laughs
As life's fortunes would have it
I can't believe my luck
The day I tripped on that gravel drive
And fell into the grill of that Big Mac Truck
Last year was brutal for me, if it weren't for my new friend convincing me to hang around, I would have been fine just passing away and putting an end to my so-called life. I've been homeless for almost a year now and my residence is anywhere I can find a warm dry place to rest my bones. Living on the streets of Manhattan isn't so bad, that is, if you don't mind gigantic size rats sharing your space. Or, if you're okay with hanging with hookers, hoodlums and other homies. I've become accustomed to the life of a vagabond, eating whatever good meal that I can scavenge from a garbage can or dumpster. I used to live in Hoboken, New Jersey with my wife and kids but that all ended one terrible day last year when my wife and kids were taken from me by a drunken tractor trailer driver. After the accident I became a mole, my life was shattered, I was shattered, I wanted to die. That's when I started hitting the bottle, taking pills, shooting heroin and smoking crack. Within three months I went from living in a beautiful house with a wife and two kids to being jobless and homeless and having nothing to live for. Getting back to my new friend, he found me one chilly evening on the sidewalk on 14th St. in the village and showed me to his place of warmth where he lived. He was homeless as well but new the streets very well. He lived in an abandoned building in a makeshift house made from cardboard boxes and filthy rags. He took me in, and we've been living together for nearly a year now and he's been trying his best to keep me going. He too lost his entire family one sad day when his wife and four kids were swept away in the flood from hurricane Lucifer. He taught me that no matter what happens in life, there is still reason to live, because there will always be someone who gives a rats a.. about you. Who ever knew that one of those gigantic black rats could be so kind and thoughtful. He's my friend and I love him, and he loves me too!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Oops! Wife just called... I got to go pick up the kids from school now. See ya!
I was drinking beer with a tear in my eye,
The night I learned about Lady Di.
I’m one of those Americans who despise royalty;
But something about Diana struck a chord in me.
Perhaps I even had a crush on her
And still just saw her as Diana Spencer;
Even though she lived in a fairy tale,
Married to an ogre, the Prince of Wales.
Her inside was matched by her outer beauty;
Devoting hours of time to charity.
She had an iconic presence on the world stage,
Conspiracy death theories caused a media rage.
But I always just saw her as a young girl,
Caught up in a political swirl;
A pawn played with little regard to her soul,
Robbed of a chance to someday grow old.
I was drinking beer with a tear in my eye,
The night I learned about Lady Di.
Not sure why it struck me so hard,
While sitting alone in a Hoboken bar.
Yo, Hoboken Bars and a couple cat fights,
Yo, takin’ the path to the Palledium and Limelight,
Giants games,
Getting drunk and goin’ insane,
Never stressin, just professin’, Wu Tang Lyrics and a little Smith and Wessin’,
Yo, I hung Irish, Italian, Black, and Puerto Rican,
Weekend trips to Spanish Harlem, girl watchin’ and sight seein’,
Visitin’ fam in Flat Bush Brooklyn, and a quick stop to the Bronx,
Playin’ a little b-ball back when I had less junk in my trunks,
Liftin’ at the Y, and hangin’ tough in Parsippany,
Are you hangin’ with me?
Shot out to the Randolph Crew,
Hangin’ with Asians and Jewish cats too,
With dreds on my head, ladies sweatin’ the phat do,
Winnin’ state championships and duckin’ bauer Junia,
Sportin’ my Miata with shiny Rims, and a boomin’ tuner,
Rollin’ through Montclair and scopin’ females on the upswing,
Showin’ off my letters and #1 rings,
Though I’ve lived all over, I still claim Randolph and Dover,
I still claim, West Orange, Lauren Hill, and Fushiknins never sober,
Jersey, baby Jersey, there is no other,
With Red Alert on the horn kickin’ the overweight lova,
And yeah, we kind of dirty,
True dat,
I’ll grant you that,
But there is none like Jersey,
The Garden lounge of adventure,
And when you visit the homestead,
Just tell em Woody sent ya,
So shot out to the Jersey Crew,
It’s been a while,
Lost my style,
And my pants are a little bigga,
But yo, it don’t matter, cause Jersey yeah I miss ya!!
It's half past giggle time
Around these happy parts
It always begins with a silly grin
That's the way it usually starts
Then just like rolling thunder
Much laughter fills the air
Bunches of silly snortles are heard
With titterings here and there
Each one is quite unique
An individual kind of thing
Some uncontrollable snorting noises
At times embarrassing
There's young Harry from Hoboken
Who giggles like a wee girl
And that Nancy lady from Nantucket
Whose eyeballs swirl and twirl
There ain't no rhyme or reason
Why people chuckle so
So giggle away, my very good friends
That's the stuff! Way to go!