swing scat

i don’t want your mony i say baby you got that wrong walkin along the stations
the trash stuck into tons of ginger bottles in different sizes. !
hmm mercy
let me take you to the moon
doin the moon talk
all night long
us nighthawks
staying strong
till the light turns on again.
turning the fan
upside down

oh baby not now, not now
i’d say i stay a bit longer.
hmm you know it you know it
but please keep the coins will you?
i dare you to refill
that bucket of beer
in a stunnig move of action yeah.
get lose of those clothy things you’re wearin.
married and murdered with an axe.

God i lost the text.
(sorry, have you seen it, where, what – oh fuck it)
!so…
what’s the madder?
Stumbling on a whistle
singin like a bird,
or bloddy daughters
on Almond street yeah.

Where is my meat
big juicy nice and tender
i keep it slender you know yeah. I sertenly do
hmm mercy
he fats like a waller
pets like a pollar
wearing that dirty thing
but i still like him

so let’s do a serenade.