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Cohan's Give My Regards to Broadway

 

Check out the Broadway listings;

We'll take in one or two good shows.

Simply to score two measly tickets,

We'll be paying through the nose!

Figure the meals and parking,

And now we're talkin' lots of brass.

Give my regrets to New Broadway—

But, all in all, I think I'll pass.

 

* * * *

 

Tickets and tolls and taxes

Have made the thing a downright farce;

So give my regrets [rit.] to New Broadway—

The Great White Way can kiss my arse.

 

 

Cohan's Over There

  

Underwear!

Underwear!

There's a pair

On the chair

Over there—

And the waistband's gummy,

The crotch is crummy,

With lots of scummy

Pubic hair.

 

There's a rare

Pungent air,

Like the stench

Of a French

Camembert

And no wonder!

Because (by thunder!)

They spent six straight weeks

On this very derrière!

 

 

Bayes's and Norworth's Shine On, Harvest Moon

 

Sign on . . .

Sign on with your *name: __________

And *date of birth: __________

 

Type in . . .

*Mother's maiden name: __________

*SSN: __________  *telephone: __________

*Address: __________  and *net worth: __________.

 

These days,

Private facts are few

And far between;

So sign on!

Read the new webzine—

Identity Theft.

 

 

Edwards's By the Light of the Silvery Moon

 

By the way—

You'll be checkin' out soon,

Like Daniel Boone

And the Rev. Sun Myung Moon.

After noon,

You'll be changing your tune;

As daylight fades,

Your health degrades

Till you lay yourself doon

In the Ultimate Swoon.

 

 

Davis's and Akst's Baby Face

 

Ruby Fruit:

You wake up Sunday morning, aprés-toot.

You've got a headache, and the pain's acute—

It's a beaut!

 

If you're

Feel-

Ing sickly,

They're sure

To heal

You quickly!

 

What a hoot—

To sip mimosa from a soothing champagne flute!

So if you've lost your punch,

Enjoy a Sunday brunch

At refreshing Ruby Fruit—

There's bloody Mary

At refreshing Ruby Fruit—

Or have some sherry

At refreshing Ruby Fruit—

There's even Jerry

At refreshing Ruby Fruit!

 

 

Dreyer's Me And My Shadow

 

I would like to clear up some confusion—

Rumors have arisen, here and there.

Goodness only knows

How a rumor grows—

Nonetheless, I'd like the clear the air.

Now, listen:

 

Me, I'm not Rambo.

Don't be fooled by all the buzz.

Me?  I'm not Rambo.

Did you think—?  Well, everybody does!

We've both got attitude;

We tend to strut;

We're never rude—

We simply kick butt.

But me—I'm not Rambo.

Just in case you thought I was.

 

[Return to bridge for:]

 

I whupped the Vietcong

In Vietnam;

I'm twice as strong

As Jean-Claude Van Damme. 

Damn—he ain't no Rambo!

As for me—perhaps I am.

 

 

Whiting's Ain't We Got Fun?

 

Every mornin',

Every evenin'

Eat chicken pie!

It's a ritual;

Something which you'll

Be wise to try.

 

There's nothing moister,

The poets have sung;

So serve that oyster

With plenty of tongue!

 

Certain fellas

Go for breast meat;

Well, so do I.

I can dig it.

But the best meat

Is near the thigh.

 

It might surprise her—

The entrée coming with the appetizer.

Understood, boy?

Be a good boy

And eat your pie!

 

[Return to last eight bars for:]

 

Try cunnilingus

To tintinnabulate her ring-ding-dingus.

She will wig out,

If you pig out

On chicken pie.

 

[And for the big finish:]

 

Here's the lowdown:

Better go down

And eat your pie!

(My, my!)

 

 

Gabler's L-O-V-E

 

“D” is Hello Deli’s plat du jour;

“A” is Sirajul and Mujibur;

“V” is Stupid Pet Tricks—

Dogs that do obstetrics—

“E”—when stars assist

To put across a Top Ten List for

Dave—he's why I stole a T.V. set.

Dave—he's why I’m still not reading yet.

Yet I wouldn’t swap him;

No one else can hope to top him—

With balsamic vinaigrette.

 

 

Von Tilzer's Take Me Out To The Ball Game

 

Take me out of the line-up;

Send me back to the bench:

Hostile takeovers and poison pills—

Frankly, folks, I was fed to the gills!

So I cooked the books down at Enron,

And Lay did roughly the same;

So we're gilt . . . gilt . . . guilty of playing

The old shell game.

 

 

Cohan's Yankee Doodle Dandy

 

Try a swanky do at Danny's;

Toast our Independence Day.

For real, live music, they've got Jerry Scott—

Trust me, he knows how to play!

There's icy Absolut™ from Sweden,

And rum from tropical St. Croix;

Danny's menu takes the cake—

And that ain't macaroni!

Come down to Danny's and enjoy!

 

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