I Will Not Play At Tug O'

I Know A Way To Stay Friends Forever, There's Really Nothing To It, I Tell You What To Do, And You Do It.

The Baby Bat Screamed Out In Fright, 'turn On The Dark, I'm Afraid Of The Light.

Just Me, Just Me Sweet Marie, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Maurice Mcghee). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Louise Dupree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves The Willow Tree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me! (poor, Poor Fool, Why Can't You See She Can Love Others And Still Love Thee.)

Let Us Leave This Place Where The Smoke Blows Black And The Dark Street Winds And Bends. Past The Pits Where The Asphalt Flowers Grow We Shall Walk With A Walk That Is Measured And Slow, And Watch Where The Chalk-white Arrows Go To The Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

God Says To Me With A Kind Of Smile, "hey How Would You Like To Be God Awhile And Steer The World?" . . . . "how Much Do I Get? What Time Is Lunch?" . . . . "gimme Back That Wheel," Says God. "i Don't Think You're Quite Ready Yet."