I MOVE ON

While truckin’ down the road of life although all hope seems gone
I just move on
When I can’t find a single star to hang my wish upon
I just move on, I move on. Continue reading

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CLASS

[Matron (Spoken):]
The whole world’s gone low-brow. Thing’s ain’t what they used to be.

[Velma (Spoken):]
They sure ain’t, Mama. They sure ain’t it’s all gone. Continue reading

AND ALL THAT JAZZ

Come on babe, why don’t we paint the town? And all that Jazz
I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down and all that jazz.
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold but the piano’s hot. Continue reading