, 66 & 44. 66 is modern poetry; 44 is modern art, 66 ain't got no mystery; 44 ain't got no heart. 44 & 66; 66 & 44, Flick your Bic at the right door, 66 & 44
66 & 44. 66 is modern poetry; 44 is modern art, 66 ain't got no mystery; 44 ain't got no heart. 44 & 66; 66 & 44, Flick your Bic at the right door, 66 & 44. 66
Bozo's woes would fill a well, Yeah, he looks bad even when he's doin' swell. His eyes are a definition of bereft, Yeah, he looks like somethin' that
Look at the city; ain't it a pity, There ain't nothin' nobody can do. Take a change of heart, tear it all apart, Oh put love and leave it to the wheel
Busted our conga, rusted out Dodge, California dreamin' of an international hodgepodge. An old roach in the ashtray, a closed sidewalk cafe, A saxophone
Just one look at you, and I can see where you are, Ah, you're down in the blue hole; no one knows how far, Oh-o-o-o, little darlin', Show me the right
Early one morning I walked out alone, I looked down the street; no one was around. The sun was just comin' up over my home, On Hickory Street in a little
Golden wheat and price of bread; never meant to come so far, Tractors dozin' like dinosaurs; all LBJ's old scars. All across the United States lookin
I went out last night to a cabaret, I got home this mornin' at the break of day. [Chorus:] People hide their love, People hide their love, People hide
Put old winter in the closet; he wears too many clothes, Take down the snow fence; put up the cows. Sweet spring I smell her, the musk of her thighs,
Well, yes, I could stay home, read a book or two, Try to get a little bit better at some of these bad things I do. But the night it is young; so am I
We don't know when we came; you know it's been so long, Everything is the same; so let's do one more song. Ring around the moon; long, long time 'til
