I got a horse, his name is Bill.
I love that horse always.
Well, he ran away all day.
Also, I ran with him.
He ran so fast, he could not stop.
He ran into a barber shop and fell exhaustionized
with his eye teeth in the barber's left shoulder.
And I got a gal and her name's Daisy.
And when she sings,
the cat goes crazy with deliriums and st.
Vituses and all kinds of cat epileptics.
One day she sang a song about a man who turned himself inside
out and jumped into the river because he was so very sleepy.
And I'm going out in the woods this
year to hunt for beer and not for deer.
I am, I ain't.
I've been a champaign sharpshootress.
Yes, it's shooting birds.
I am a beaut.
There is no bird I cannot shoot in the eye,
in the ear,
in the finger,
and in the armpits.
Here in Frisco town, there lives a whale.
She eats swordfish by the bale,
by the ton,
by the humper,
by the schooner,
and by the spaceship.
Oh, her name's Tilly.
She's a peach,
but don't leave food within her reach.
Or babies,
or banjos,
or chocolate ice cream sodas.
Oh,
she knows her cadence when she plays,
rolls her eyes for days and days and days,
vibrates and yodels,
and breaks all ten commandments.
Oh, she loves to laugh, and when she smiles,
you see her teeth for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles,
and her adenoids,
and her hanging down thing,
and things too gross to mention.
I went up in a balloon so
big,
all the people on earth that looked like pigs,
like mice,
like flies,
like fluses,
and like fleas,
and the balloon turned its bottom side higher,
fell in the mouth of a country squire,
he made a noise
like a doghound,
like an air raid siren,
like dynamite.
Oh, and what do you do in a case like that?
What do you do but jump on your hat,
on your eyebrow,
on your toothbrush,
on everything that's helpless?
Oh, I got a horse, his name's Bill,
I love that horse, I always will.
He ran away all day, and also I ran with him.