a river like me will thaw in the spring release all my captive leaves and things i'll throw you a fish if you wish a pretty nickle on me a crocodile come around i know i aint no good company
progress exists in our own set of rules and our own set of rules is for a fine set of fools for another pretty nickle i've a riddle i could spit in your eye tell me when a mourning dove could ever really get enough to fly
i'll kill my blue summer beans i'll tell you once again it aint all what it seems every little thing we do is a compromise to make it to the day we have to dance all through the night