Dear Abby, dear Abby
My fountain pen leaks
My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed
If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I were dead
— John Prine
My fountain pen leaks
My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed
If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I were dead
— John Prine
Saint Genevieve can hold back the water
But saints don't bother with a tear stained eye
Like the man said, rode hard and put away wet
Throw away the bad news, and put it to rest
If learning is living, and the truth is a state of mind
You'll find it's better at the end of the line
— Jay Farrar
— Talking Heads, Making Flippy Floppy
You know it would be all right, be just fine
If the woman took one train, and left the other behind
Illusion it is just the same conclusion
I don't know how to play the game
Of what it is or how it's going to be
When one train is my friend and the other train is me
— Little Feat
The airlines lost the elephant's trunk
The roadie got the rabies and the scabies and the flu
They was low on morale, but they was high on glue
Hey look, Ma, here comes the elephant boy
Bundled all up in his corduroy
Headed down south towards Illinois
From the jungles of East St. Paul
— John Prine, Sabu Visits the Twin Cities Akone
By an x-ray machine
So he can see all of those pictures
That I've already seen
Just so he knows
— John Prine, There She Goes
Don’t play him cheap ‘cause you know he ain’t shy
He's doing the Monkey, the Mashed Potato, Jump back Jack, See you later, alligator
Come here sister, Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip, now but I can dig that new breed, babe
He ain't no drag
He's got a brand new bag
— James Brown