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Fox the fox

Rat the rat

You can ape the ape

I know about that

There is one thing you must be sure of

I can't take any more

Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey

Monkey, monkey, monkey

Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey

Little birdies fly the ocean

when their bowels receive a motion

dropping little droplets in the sea.

That is how they formed Great Britain

from the seagulls always {censored}tin'

The truth in this you can plainly see.

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Little birdies fly the ocean

when their bowels receive a motion

dropping little droplets in the sea.

That is how they formed Great Britain

from the seagulls always {censored}tin'

The truth in this you can plainly see.

 

Lover, there will be another one

Who

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Cold and lonely on the road

Lord I wish I had a hole to climb in

Summer's warm rain sure ain't comin'

So it seems to me I'm thumbin' once again

Standing by a midnight highway

'scuze me sir you going my way

On and on the endless white line goes

 

Tired and hungry once again

Sleet keeps coming down on top of me

All the time I keep wishing I had me a warm coat

And a hat so I could see

Standing by a midnight highway

'scuze me sir, you going my way

On and on the endless white line goes

 

You know that could have been me you're listening to on the radio

I could have been warm inside of someplace

Instead of standing here in the snow

 

Sunny days are what I pray for

Golden sunshine on my skin

Head on south to the Teton Mountains

Lord it seems to me I'm thumbin' once again

Standing by a midnight highway

'scuze me sir you going my way

On and on the endless white line goes

 

You know that could have been me you're listening to on the radio

I could have been warm inside of someplace

Instead of standing here in the snow

 

On and on the endless white line goes

On and on the endless white line goes

On and on the endless white line goes

 

(Willie P. Bennett, in case you're wondering)

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On a long and lonesome highway

east of Omaha

you can listen to the engine,

moanin out its one note song

you can think about the woman,

or the girl you knew the night before

but your thoughts will soon be wandering,

the way they always do

when your riding sixteen hours

and there's nothing much to do

and you don't feel much like ridin',

you just wish the trip was through.

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There goes the siren that warns off the air raid

Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak

Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne

Got to get up for the coming attack.


Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines

Remove all the wheel blocks

there's no time to waste

Gathering speed as we head down the runway

Gotta get airborne before it's too late


Running, scrambling, flying

Rolling, turning, diving, going in again

Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die

Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high


Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers

Let off a sharp burst and then turn away

Roll over, spin round and come in behind them

Move to their blindsides and firing again


Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us

Ten ME-109's out of the sun

Ascending and turning out spitfires to face them

Heading straight for them I press my guns.


Rolling, turning, diving

Rolling, turning, diving, goin' again

Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die

Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.

 

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung.

High in the sun-lit silence, hov'ring there,

I've chased the shouting wind along

And flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up, the long delerious burning blue

I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew.

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

This high, untrespassed sanctity of space...

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

 

High Flight - John Gillespie McGee

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