[net.music.gdead] Time 4 A Rythme

ltaylor%bbn-noc3@sri-unix.ARPA (06/22/85)

From:  Laura Taylor <ltaylor@bbn-noc3>


Yer mother wears a diapir
And yer father wears a hat.
Yer brother wears a girdle
And yer sister eats a cat. 
Yummy yummy yummy she's got cat hairs in her tummy.
Icky icky icky she thinks it's kind of sticky.
Yup yup yup, she wants to throw up.
Dosi dosi dosi, her cousin Fred says no-si.
Pink & purple dress, her auntie Jim says yes.
Feelin' kind of lousy,
She talks to Mickey Mousy.
But he's on his way to Jiminy Crickets,
With a Snoopy lunchbox and some croquet wickets.
A big party is happening at Jiminy's house,
And the guest of honor is Mickey Mouse.
Mickey says, "just come along."
But don't forget to bring your bong.
Bongs will cure them cat hair blues,
And then yer sister can click her shoes,
Just like Dorothy in tornado land,
And just like Jerry in his shakedown band.
It sounded good so she came along,
And ran into Feza who gave her a bong.
Feza had some business to do,
And so he had to split-a-roo.
Soon her mouth began to drool.
She thought that Feza was kind of cool.
Then Beetle Baily came slooping bye,
And with a squirt gun shot her in the eye.
Eeeep eeeep eeeep, she said aloud,
Getting the attention of all the crowd.
  Then Donald Duck came up to her and jammed and old Ford Granada
   down her throat and now she's gone gone away.