Jazz-Jive Song I

Janie said she done liked her head,
but wanted an escape or two.
And Mercy-Plum, that Chattanooga bum
Would have to give a band-aid shoe.

Out the window and into the bank
of the lazy river Divine
Our Lady of devotion, lookin' for the lotion
was distracted by the coal mine...

The tattle-maroo, at the edges of the Skoo
was looking at Janie and Merce..
and just when the thought it was a tree they bought,
They'd been taken with the horse-less curse.

(Chorus)
Oh rave on..
Oh rave on Mathilda Malone
no one can touch your palanquin, or your ditty bone.
so just haul it, haul it in,
across the the little river bridge.
You know the sump-pump is heaving its kerfuffle
over the dank ruck fridge.

Jazz Song I

Over the hill, and over the dale
Katchm-ko wandered high.
Loving the light of the Pompass tree
Nothing compares to sky.

Katchm-ko wilted, wandered and sat
huggin' the friss-frass band
while the trumpet was heatin' up the tranquil night,
he couldn't help but move his hand

...to the jungle beat, thick and sweet
his feet kept tapping along
as drums went boom, but not for doom,
but rather quick like a ball of ping-pong.