
Is that a real poncho . . . I meanWell I was born to have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She stripped away her rancid poncho
And laid out naked on the floor
We did it till we were un concho
And it was useless any more
My dog bit me on the leg todayI don’t want a bunny or a kitty
I don’t want a parrot that talks
I don’t want a bowl of little fishies
He can’t take a goldfish for a walk
How much is that doggie in the window?
The one with the waggly tail
How much is that doggie in the window?
I do hope that doggie’s for sale
(How Much is that Doggie in the Window
Song by Patti Page
Written by Bob Merrill)
Big wheels keep on turningbig wheels
The screen door slams,Big wheels keep on turning
Proud Mary keeps on burning
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river






