I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew. And never wished for Turkey. As I hitched and hiked and grifted too. From Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball. And what is twice as sad.
Whenever skies look grey to me. And trouble begins to brew. Whenever the winter winds. Become too strong. I concentrate on you When fortune cries nay, nay to me. And people declare "you're throug
When the only sound in the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belongs to a lonesome cop. I open shop When the moon so long has been gazing down. On the wayward ways of this w
