Heaven holds a place Inside my heart Tonight I wish to God For a new start I've been tired I've been low In my mind theres been nothing but snow In my mind theres been nothing but snow Heaven holds a place inside my mind I wish for peace on earth for all mankind Don't be afraid The life that you have made May seem bittersweet like fresh squeezed lemon aide But all in all in all You've done your best You've earned the brownie points upon your chest You've earned the brownie points upon your chest Holy dishwasher restore my soul Cause my brain its getting cold Ashes to ashes, dust to dust All my pizza has turned to crust All my pizza has turned to crust All my pizza has turned to crust

My Jenny and me Underneath the old oak tree Its a plum of a day The kind you can smother in paste and place in a golden bound book I can't help put to close my eyes and relish each and every breath Then I open them wide and she's standing over me Says she feels a certain way Though she don't know how to show it Try to wrap it in a bow Bake it with flower and sugar and try to chew it Line it neatly in a row Put it in a silver locket for safe keeping but that still won't do it! She gave to me a tulip And unconventional tulip Gone as soon as its shooted from the pot She gave to me a tulip And unconventional tulip One that blooms just as soon as it rots I got up and I made haste And Jenny be beseeching me to wait I tell her its all over You blew the candles on my cake Now I'm running down the hill Jumping over the chain linked gate As the audience could tell I did not receive her present well I was never given a flower before At least not one like that I never called on her again cause I was taken so aback The years have passed Just as the tulip did Along with she into the ether And I alas realize my foolishness And rue the day I misconceived her She planted me a tulip An unconventional tulip One that blooms just as soon as it rots

Well its labor day And I'm still in pajamas Lying in bed And dreaming of lamas And dreaming of you And dreaming of me And dreaming of us And would could of been What could have been Well its labor day And i'm sitting here grunting Cause theres nothing to do And I wish there was something I could do or say Do or say The stores are all closed So I stroll down the sidewalks Where I go is unknown Don't feel right in my clothes Been naked in space I'm not feeling this place Sweet gingham girl Where have you gone? Things got strange I got lost Pay me in nickels to sing this song And you can sing along Well its labor day Well its labor day Well its labor day Well its labor day

Before bed Before bed she feeds me bread Loaves so good I call them "transubstantiational" And when the morning comes I'm left with only crumbs And then she up and runs and I start pining again She brings me enough For me to get my fill But I'm not satisfied still... She comes in Norwegian portions She comes in Norwegian portions The kind that sate your appetite But make you wish you had had one last bite Ever since I was a doe eyed child I've been prone to have a full stomach But an empty aching heart Quickly polishing my plates Never taking time to taste them Deject, restlessly foraging for more to devour Ever since she's been on the scene These flaws within me it seems have gotten stronger I long for her more than anything else I'm greedy for her I can't help myself She has me knotted up, having bodily contortions She comes in Norwegian portions She comes in Norwegian portions The kind that sate your appetite But make you wish you had had one last bite Someday she may go away like most lovely things do But until then when she's here in my arms i'll cherish every last chew I'll try to cherish every last chew She comes in Norwegian portions She comes in Norwegian portions The kind that sate your appetite But make you wish you had had one last bite

Oh it waits Oh it waits Oh it waits Oh it waits It waits outside, Outside out on the front lawn Amid the bright colorful ceramic gewgaw In the cool shade its twiddling its claws Oh it waits Oh it waits Oh it waits Oh it waits, so patiently it waits 25 years of toil and stress Doggone Empire State taxes We've been aching to go where our bones wouldn't We finally made our break Oh we've ached Oh we've ached Oh we've ached Oh we've ached Oh we've ached, so patiently we've ached So here we are On our block where the houses all look the same Take the pomeranians out for a walk Lounge in our chairs, intermittently doze off Lunch on the porch, in the evening join the bingo game We're pleased as punch, so happy that we came Birthday cards received and then thrown out with the trash Nothing left to do but think about the past First it comes for her, by and by it comes for him Their ghost free of mortal hinderance drift off with the wind and retire to a place where no one has ever returned

Here comes a dick No I don't mean a "dick" dick Here comes a detective Dog Dick the dog detective Dog Dick can draw real quick And his shots are always affective Hes sneaky and hes slick, and he's always circumspective But its best that I should mention Dog Dick will shoot ya Without even a question So I guess that makes him a "dick" dick And a dick like a detective too Here comes that bastard Dog Dick The world's worst dog gumshoe

Boys what would you like, Is it for here or is it to go? Boys what would you like, Is it for here or is it to go? Boys what would you like, Is it for here or is it to go? I get my eat on with Sicilian slices I get my fill for exorbitant prices But I don't mind Just as long as I'm one of Frankies boys Frankies place is in the plaza, He makes pies for the pisans of the town Walk on in through his doorway Soon you'll find that he's fun to be around Once lost you will be found As one of Franky's boys Theres several other pizzerias in the state There delivery is bad yes the drivers are always late But Frankies boys want to spread the joy They'll never ever hesitate And when you are done and you've had all your fun and its time that you go your own way Frank he will thank ya, bat his lashes at you say "come back again someday!" Boys what would you like, Is it for here or is it to go? Boys what would you like, Is it for here or is it to go? Boys what would you like, Is it for here or is it to go? Whichever's fine, Just as long as I'm one of Frankies boys

Gone gone Gone gone gone gone Callous is the weather man It will never spare you ever man Gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone The needles of a pine Danced to the ground It brooded each and every christmas Till one year it died Gone gone Gone gone gone gone Callous is the weather man It will never spare you ever man Gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone Self loathing giraffe Always longed to be a camel Got a calender just the other day With an X in every box Gone gone Gone gone gone gone Callous is the weather man It will never spare you ever man Gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone An amorous chef Poured his love in a sieve In within a split second Wept it was short lived Gone gone Gone gone gone gone Callous is the weather man It will never spare you ever man Gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone Sweet Constance Brown Wished to leave town She found it was dull, likened it to damnation She became sad and bitter Didn't even know what hit her Was mumbling vile imprecations When a car ran her down Gone gone Gone gone gone gone Callous is the weather man It will never spare you ever man Gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone Oh how many mouths lament Sing of the same plight in chorus Sounds like a tin horn to the weather man They are of no consequence Gone gone Gone gone gone gone revel is the weather man It will never spare you ever man Gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone revel in the weather man It will never spare you ever man Gone gone gone gone gone gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone gone gone...

Tonight I wished upon Mars Not the moon or the stars I wished upon a wish I'd wished to wish Which I have always wished for I like to look at the cars They pass my house life waves in the ocean I like to play my guitar Ride my bike and make magical potions I don't know who you are But I seem to get this notion That you are really far My heart yearns and its full of emotion And the sun keeps shining down Like the king of a shining crown And when times get bad I don't frown Cause no matter what my pants are always brown And the world goes round And I keep moving Tonight I wished upon mars Tonight I wished upon mars Tonight I wished upon mars Tonight I wished upon mars

On harsh winter nights when the airs thin and bitter And everyone is nestled in their beds Alone stands Smith with an axe in his hand Chopping wood out alongside his shed In our kitchen peering out the window My father slaps his knee and he jeers Through a gap in the fence he is looking at Smitty Still chopping that wood all these years Olde Smitty, Olde Smitty keep chopping that wood Lest the fire begins to wane Olde Smitty, keep chopping that lumber asunder And tomorrow start chopping again When Smitty was just a young country swain His family lived in squalor His pa was always hoping from job to job Always living on their last dollar Yes the Smiths they were always down and out But seldom would they ever bemoan Instead of Smith would kindle a flame And they'd sing songs around the hearthstone Olde Smitty, Olde Smitty keep chopping that wood Lest the fire begins to wane Olde Smitty, keep chopping that lumber asunder And tomorrow start chopping again In the year of our lord 1943 Smitty was sent off to war He was shipped across the ocean to a strange and new land Where he never had been before He saw many a man starve in front of his eyes But he helped them the best that he could He open his last can of pork and beans Start a fire and chop up some wood Olde Smitty, Olde Smitty keep chopping that wood Lest the fire begins to wane Olde Smitty, keep chopping that lumber asunder And tomorrow start chopping again When Smitty returned he met a fair girl And wasted no time to propose She was smitten with Smith, Smith was smitten with she And anon they were gaily betrothed She bore three of his children, 2 boys and a girl Cooked his meals and washed all of his clothes The least he could do was cut down a few trees and chop wood to put into her stove Olde Smitty, Olde Smitty keep chopping that wood Lest the fire begins to wane Olde Smitty, keep chopping that lumber asunder And tomorrow start chopping again The years they have passed Smith is long in the tooth, but still in the pink of his health When hardship betides him he stays in good cheer Never putting his axe on the shelf My father derides him for toiling so much When he can buy an oil fueled furnace But the wood that he chops is for his house and his heart So he keeps on chopping in earnest Olde Smitty Olde Smitty keep chopping that wood Olde Smitty Olde Smitty keep chopping that wood...

I see you walking around with a crease in your brow And your'e always biting your nails And when you sleep you grit your teeth All your brooding is of no avail Well I've been thinking myself you see and it ain't doing me no good I've been ruminating in this little room for years instead of living loving life like I should Oh but go if you must my darling Go if you must be please Please come back before your seltzer gets flat I'm begging you I'm down on my knees Well the good lord said nice things are yet to come Just suck on an ice cube and twiddle your thumbs Well all of mine melted and my thumbs have gone numb Oh lordy won't you pity a bum Well I've been a lovelorn sailor On a sea thats up and dried My days are short and my nights are long I've been so lonesome I could cry Oh but go if you must my darling Go if you must be please Please come back before your seltzer gets flat I'm begging you I'm down on my knees Well they say club soda can get rid of stains out of the rug, its true But it could never rid me of my love for you So go if you must my darling Go if you must my darling Go if you must my darling But please come back before your seltzer gets flat

I see you walking around with a crease in your brow And your'e always biting your nails And when you sleep you grit your teeth All your brooding is of no avail Well I've been thinking myself you see and it ain't doing me no good I've been ruminating in this little room for years instead of living loving life like I should Oh but go if you must my darling Go if you must be please Please come back before your seltzer gets flat I'm begging you I'm down on my knees Well the good lord said nice things are yet to come Just suck on an ice cube and twiddle your thumbs Well all of mine melted and my thumbs have gone numb Oh lordy won't you pity a bum Well I've been a lovelorn sailor On a sea thats up and dried My days are short and my nights are long I've been so lonesome I could cry Oh but go if you must my darling Go if you must be please Please come back before your seltzer gets flat I'm begging you I'm down on my knees Well they say club soda can get rid of stains out of the rug, its true But it could never rid me of my love for you So go if you must my darling Go if you must my darling Go if you must my darling But please come back before your seltzer gets flat.

Well I know you can't poke it in a petri dish And it can't be backed with any tangible proof But I'm certain that its there, latent and waiting Someday to give its tenderness to you... It needs a catalyst It needs a catalyst It needs a catalyst, To bring it out of remission I've been wishing that it would for sometime But theres no catalyst Theres no catalyst In my lab for many nights i've stayed up pacing Oh I cannot seem to rouse if from its sleep Its dormancy veritably stymies me The odds of its evocation seem to bleak That I've considered discontinuing my inquiries Putting aside the entire affair But all great minds of my field, they are unyielding Never to be driven by feelings of despair Alas I need a catalyst I need a catalyst I need a catalyst To bring it out of remission I've been wishing that it would for sometime But theres no catalyst Theres no catalyst And all my colleagues scoff at my claims Hold in their laugher and cough at the mention of my name And though I have misgivings myself, I am loath to put my beakers on the shelf Because an intangible voice inside of me knows that I will find The key to corroborate my thesis in due time Well I know you can't poke it in a petri dish...

I'm not a drippy sink Or a kink in your sprinkler A dossier you store away And bring out when you're feeling weary And neither are you We are neither and nither and either and eye-ther Its no wonder when they call out our names, we always got trouble answering Nigh on 7 years I pined away in my mailbox The flag was red and tall for all to see But no one or nothing came for me And all the while my friends up and left Without a seal or a stamp We could loop the loop And be the loop too I've had it up to here with soap box standing ghoulies Planting beans in my ears that grow very long, breaking my strings snubbing all of my songs restless and hungry I crawled through the weeds I crawled through the caves Woebegone no way to evade them So I pulled out a plum No choice but to succumb Nose in the match book, couldn't feel better Though I still see you writhing under your sheets Insatiable and wishing for sweets Cursing the sun setting so soon Weeping and wailing at the waning of the moon But sleep a thousand sleeps Theres no need to cry Cause in your hearts a confection shop honey, with a never ending supply We can loop the loop And be the loop too Our mothers got one arm shorter than the other and she's always pointing at her wrist, Persistently chiding and clenching her fists But no we don't got to reassure her Trying to cure her would prove to be futile So in the meanwhile, what do you say? Lets go this-uh-way that-uh-way In and out the sub-uh-way And do it again And again And again And again And again... We could loop the loop We could loop the loop We could loop the loop We could loop the loop We could loop the loop We could loop the loop and be the loop too.