NEXT STOP PENGUIN ISLAND

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NEXT STOP PENGUIN ISLAND

Whooshing through subterrania
In their rattley chariot
The penguin hordes
Huddle together for comfort

Fearful of eye-contact
They concentrate on
The darkness flashing by
And tumble periodically

From the opened hatches
Where stocks are just
As swiftly replenished
By others seeking carriage
To Penguin Island

JUST LIKE JOHNNY CASH

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JUST LIKE JOHNNY CASH
He stared like a haunted Johnny Cash
He smiled, his mouth a ghoulish gash
His voice bubbled like a bullfrog in a cauldron
And it seemed a mighty effort just to hold on
To the rasping chuckle he had found,
But then his rusty lyrics began to echo round the ground;
I have found my saviour, I have salved my sin
Oh Lord heal my sorrow, Sweet Jesus let me in
Sweet Jesus let me in. Yeah.
Cos I’m the man in black
And I just keep coming back. Yeah.
I been to San Quentin, and I’ve had the Folsom Prison Blues
And I sure have Walked The Line,
On my own, and with a Boy Named Sue
I’ve seen the Ring Of Fire, the Rock Island Line,
And I have messed with Cocaine Blues
But I’ve never been in town When The Man Comes Round
Yeah.
I don’t plan to be in town
When that son-of-a-bitch comes round.