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Thread #94023 Message #1815599
Posted By: GUEST,Joe_F
21-Aug-06 - 08:34 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Don't Send My Boy to Prison (and parodies
Subject: RE: Can you NAME THIS TUNE ??-Dont Send my boy...
As long as we're floating, cf.
Sing a song of cities, Roll that cotton bale. Roustabout am happy, Long's he's out of jail. Norfolk for its oyster shells, Boston for its beans, Charleston for its rice and corn, But for lassies, New Orleans.
'Twas only an old beer bottle, Drifting in the foam, Only an old beer bottle, A thousand miles from home. Inside was a piece of paper With these words written on: "Whoever finds this bottle Finds the beer all gone".
Man on top of woman Isn't long to stay. His head is full of nonsense, His ass is full of play. He goes in like a lion, He comes out like a lamb, And when he buttons up his pants, He doesn't give a damn.
--- Joe Fineman firstname.lastname@example.org
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