Hey bus driver keep the change, bless your children, give them names


don·t trust men who walk with canes


drink this and you·ll grow wings on your feet


Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train


Christmas crier bustin· cane, he·s in love again.




Where dock worker·s dreams mix with panther·s schemes to someday own the rodeo


Tainted women in Vistavision perform for out-of-state kids at the late show.




Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps, interstellar mongrel nymphs


Rex said that lady left him limp. Love·s like that (sure it is).


Queen of diamonds, ace of spades, newly discovered lovers of the everglades


They take out a full page ad in the trades to announce their arrival


And Mary Lou she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a gyroscope


The Daily News asks her for the dope


She says, "Man, the dope·s that there·s still hope."




Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose


Uptown ïn Harlem she throws a rose to some lucky, young matador