In Other Words
What use is all my coin to me
Without a friend or two or three?
The guy who’s cagey with his kale
Should beat it quick to Bloomingdale.
A little wine’s the proper dope,
It makes you talk and sing and hope,
Peace it promotes, for who would bicker
When plied with wine? Hooray for licker!
Without a friend or two or three?
The guy who’s cagey with his kale
Should beat it quick to Bloomingdale.
A little wine’s the proper dope,
It makes you talk and sing and hope,
Peace it promotes, for who would bicker
When plied with wine? Hooray for licker!
The gifted author of this pome
Shall tend to everything at home;
The dishes will be clean and fine,
And how the knives and forks will shine!
Three other chaps I shall invite
(Five-handed games—are they all right?)
Nor care nor woe shall agitate us,
Come on, old scout, come on, Torquatus!
Shall tend to everything at home;
The dishes will be clean and fine,
And how the knives and forks will shine!
Three other chaps I shall invite
(Five-handed games—are they all right?)
Nor care nor woe shall agitate us,
Come on, old scout, come on, Torquatus!
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