Hey look me over, lend me an ear,
Fresh out of clover, morgaged up to here,
Don't pass the plate folks,
Don't pass the cup,
I figure whenever you're down and out,
The only way is up
And I'll be up like a rose bud,
High on the vine,
Don't thumb your nose folks,
Take a tip from mine,
I'm a little bit short of the elbow room,
But let me get me some,
And look out world, here I come
- - Carolyn Leigh
Today's earrrings: compasses
Bedtime reading: Sabre-Tooth, Peter O'Donnell
The nuns had us sing this song one year for a St Patrick's day event.
ReplyDeleteNot a fond memory.
It's all about Bea Arthur, really.
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