TALKING NOTHING BLUES Well I looked from hall to the top of the stair, I went to the cupboard but it was bare, Nothing, nothing, nothing was there. I turned around and scratched my face: All this nothing all over the place! In the carpets, on the chairs, Kinda cramps my style. A man on the footpath standing round Spreading nothing all over the ground I heard some passing people say All this nothing gets in the way Oughta be a law. Well I thought I'd better lay in a supply, So I went to the door some nothing to buy. In the window a big display: "We've got plenty of nothing today" All vacumn packed. Well the clerk at the store said "What'll it be?" "Nothin', Nothin', Nothin' for me". "How do you want it? Short or tall? Fat or skinny? Large or small?" I said "I'll take one with bows on - Wrap it carefully, now, it's for a gift!" Well this song was written with nothing in mind, Nothing at all of any kind, Nothing in it of any degree, Nothing at all as you can see. This song was aided by a poverty of intellect.
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