She had that. Camarillo brillo. Flamin' out along her head,. I mean her Mendocino bean-o. By where some bugs had made it red She ruled theToads of the Short Forest. And every newt in Idaho
we hit that road hell for leather. Cats and dogs 'll dance in the heather. Birds and frogs 'll sing altogether. And thetoads 'll hop The wind 'll whistle as we rattle along. The cow 'll moo in the
drive them to the devil, as Saint Patrick did thetoads. We'll give them all short nooses that come just below the ears. Made strong and good of Irish hemp by Irish volunteers. . Then here's to brave
stage. We have drummer a playing in 7/8,. Drummer b playing in 3/4,. The bass playing in 3/4,. The organ playing in 5/8,. The tambourine playing in 3/4,. And the alto-sax blowing his nose. Hands up
She had that. Camarillo brillo. Flamin' out along her head,. I mean her Mendocino bean-o. By where some bugs had made it red She ruled theToads of the Short Forest. And every newt in Idaho
could learn. The man had love to burn Now he's lived his life and he'll live it again. Thru one more gentle soul. You'll know him by his smile and his fork held high. He'll be dining on toads and
