 She Gets a Kick
From Park-Laine
("I Get a Kick Out of You"
by Cole Porter)
by Jon Brierley
These stories are much too bad to be told
And practically everything is faded and old
The only exception I know is the case
By the side of a quiet stream
Where a girl’s left the old routine
And sits and remembers her dreams
Of his fabulous face
She gets no kicks from Verlaine
George Eliot doesn’t thrill her a lot
She only remembers what’s true
And she gets a kick, out of you
She gets no joy from Craig Raine
She knows that if she read even one riff
That would bore her terrifically too
But she gets a kick out of you
She gets a kick every time she sees you
In her dreams you can hear her
She gets a kick, though it’s clear to see
You obviously can’t be near her
And now she lives in a plane
It doesn’t fly, getting high isn’t why
She’s here with nothing to do
For she gets a kick out of you
She gets a kick every time she sees you
In her dreams you can hear her
She gets a kick, though it’s clear to see
You obviously can’t be near her
So now she lives in a plane
It doesn’t fly, getting high isn’t why
She’s here with nothing to do
For she gets a kick out of you
She gets a kick – out of you
Let There Be Landen
("Let There Be Love"
by Ian Grant/Lionel Rand as sung by Nat King Cole)
by Jon Brierley
Let there be you
Let there be me
Let the Schitts be under the sea
Let there be books
For occasional treats
Novels by Austen
Poems by Keats
Let there be Dickens
The Ring and the Rose
But most of all, please
Let there be prose
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Mrs. Next You've
Got a Spec-Ops
Daughter
("Mrs Brown You've Got a
Lovely Daughter" by Herman's Hermits)
by Twila Davis Reed
aka All American Cutie
Mrs. Next you've got a Spec-Ops daughter.
Girls as smart as her are something rare.
But it's sad, cuz there's no Landen now.
Goliath made it clear enough, it ain't no good to whine.
Refusing to return her husband to her
Until she gets Jack Schitt back out of Poe.
Things have cha-anged, be-cause Landen's gone.
Goliath made it clear enough, it ain't no good to whine.
Dri-vin' about...plowing through the crowd, well
You'll pick her out...that Porsche kinda...sticks - out!
If Goliath finds that she's been 'round to see you
('round to see you!)
Tell them they can go right straight to Hell
(straight to He-ell! Ooh Ooooh)
Don't let on, don't say that she's been by
Just help Pickwick with her egg and try hard not to cry.
Mrs. Next you've got a Spec-Ops daughter
(Spec-Ops daughter)
Mrs. Next you've got a Spec-Ops daughter
(Spec-Ops daughter)
Mrs. Next you've got a Spec-Ops daughter
(Spec-Ops daughter)
Mrs. Next you've got a Spec-Ops daughter
(Spec-Ops daughter)
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