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Chicken wire patch job
Holding up my melon
Too much imagination for my neck
I walk kinda’ funny
Like a bear that’s drunk on honey
What the heck…
The brain is all I’ve got,
If I forget to remind you of my habits
As I reach into the rabbit for my hat
Keep count of all your fingers
And the scent that lingers
Come along…
The show’s about to start,
Stand back…little kiddies
Don’t try this at home
I plan to play the bongos with head
The crescendo, Maestro please
Neapolitan Dance, Number Three
Here we go…
A boy, with flexible noggin,
And the crowd goes wild
As he demonstrates the style
Of banging with his head in perfect time
What a joy and what a pleasure
To the observe the very measure
Of a skull…
A heart…and a liver.
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2007-12-14
15:46:01
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