this one
As trees are tossed
Receipts are lost
And workday blues are settlin'
A Faustian frost
Creeps across
The whizgig world of meddlin'
Is this the end?
With icy wit
A muted voice unburies
Your pants are split
You stupid twit
(Be back in February)
I'm a wigwam, I'm a tepee!
I'm a wigwam, I'm a tepee!
I'm two tents.
Gone to Las Vegas!
Contact me with your band / Mid City info @ 485 -1989/ mufalata@iglou.com
(heart) Muffy