Mama's In The Factory, She

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

Well The Lone Ranger And Tonto, They Are Riding Down The Line Fixing Everybody's Troubles, Everybody Except Mine.

I Consider Myself A Poet First And A Musician Second. I Live Like A Poet And I'll Die Like A Poet.

She Speaks With A Stutter And She And She Walks With A Hop. I Don't Know Why I Love Her, But I Just Can't Stop.