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So you havent got drum, just beat your belly. So I haven't got a horn--ill play my nose. So we havent any cymbals- Well just slap our hands together, And though there may be orchestras That sound a little better With their fancy shiny instruments That cost an awful lot- Hey, were making music twice as good By playing what we've got! One star is for Alaska... One star is for Nebraska... One star is for North Dakota... One star is for Minnesota... There are lots of other stars, But I forget which ones they are. My skin is kind of sort of brownish Pinkish yellowish white.

My eyes are greyish blueish green, But Im told they look orange in th night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, But its silver when its wet. And all the colors I am inside Have not been invented yet. Mama said I lost my head If it wasn't fastened on. Today I guess it wasn't Cause while playing with my cousin It fell of and rolled away And now its gone. And I cant look for it Cause my eyes are in it, And I cant call to it Cause my mouth is on it (Couldn't hear me anyway Cause my ears are on it), Cant even think about it Cause my brain is in it.

So I guess Ill sit down On this rock And rest for just a minute... Joey Joey took a stone And knocked down The Sun! And whoosh! it swizzled Down so hard, And bloom! it bounced In his backyard, And gluten! it landed On his toe! And the world was dark, And the corn wouldn't grow, And the wind wouldn't blow, And the cock wouldn't crow, And it always was Night, Night, Night. All because Of a stone And Joe.