Hobo Jungle
That fella playing the squeeze box looks a lot like Hirailjon.
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San Diegan
Good Gog, Jon. Is that what's going on at your house? Those dipsticks are leering at your wife's tits. Here in California, we have bumper stickers: "Use an accordian, go to jail, it's the law!". Acadians (among whom I am), of course, are exempt. We had to bring our low country culture to yupsville.
Wholy Moholy, there's a whole new concept here: ZOGR (TM). Zydec O-Gauge Railroading. I'm on it.
San
Mama's got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when daddy comes home
He never get no rest
Chourus
'Cause she's playing all night
And the music's all right
Mama's got a queeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
The kid won't eat
The dog won'r sleep
There's no escape from the music
In the whole damn street
Chourus
Chourus(2)
She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
Chourus
She goes, Squeeze me
Come on and squeeze me
Come on and tease me like you do
I'm so in love with you
Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
(Solo)
Chourus (2)
Chourus out
Wholy Moholy, there's a whole new concept here: ZOGR (TM). Zydec O-Gauge Railroading. I'm on it.
San
B. Okay, a letter. Doesn't mean a whole lot, does it? EE. Two letters. Ditto. Not a lot of big excitement there either. But, add an R and things start looking up. Think of it: water, grain, yeast, hops. Not that momentus either. But combine those puppies, and we're talking something very nice. BINGO! Can I buy you one?
And then, I think it was Homer and Jethro who wrote....
Let me loose from your caboose, let me go, blubber.
Let me scat, like a cat, way from you.
You're too fat in the first place, you know that's true.
You're too fat in the second place too.
When you had your appendic removed at last,
They didn't know whether to operate, or blast.
Let me loose from your caboose, let me go, blubber.
Pound for pound you're just too round for me......
Let me loose from your caboose, let me go, blubber.
Let me scat, like a cat, way from you.
You're too fat in the first place, you know that's true.
You're too fat in the second place too.
When you had your appendic removed at last,
They didn't know whether to operate, or blast.
Let me loose from your caboose, let me go, blubber.
Pound for pound you're just too round for me......
Too (O)ld for (n)scale by (30)years.
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Brother Jon, I had 7 to make sure. Started the coals with driftwood this evening. The divine Miss D found it on the beach (beach!). I'm sure the Souvlaki will taste so much better because of it. Right? Best day ever up here, if being broke but having the right woman is the best. It is. How are the rest of the hobos?
Pete, that fence! I'm either a hero or dead. I accept that. Seen any mating bugs lately?
Pete, that fence! I'm either a hero or dead. I accept that. Seen any mating bugs lately?
Tramp, One can never be "broke" with a sweetheart like "D" to share the light and warmth of a bonfire with. I envy your cool nights!!! As for myself, the garden RR as taxed my resources as well. Start up costs always seem to over run!!!! But the smile on my boy's face and a few cold brews are worth it!!!! 
Running that red block Charlie.
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