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A little bisque doll and a little rag doll
And a dolly imported from France,
Were seated one day on the shelf of a store
With a doll that could wind up and dance,
When all of a sudden the shopkeeper heard
A scream that rang out through the store,
And this is the plaint of the little bisque doll
That caused such an awful uproar:

Oh, I've got a pain in my sawdust!
That's what's the matter with me.
Something is wrong with my little insides.
I'm just as sick as can be.
Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan.
Someone else run for the medicine man.
Everyone hurry as fast as you can.
I've got a pain in my sawdust!

They took her away in a hospital van
And the whole town was filled with the blues.
Everyone thought it was quite an odd thing
And the papers all printed the news.
The surgeons looked wise and they all shook their heads
And asked her just where she was sick.
"Oh, I think it must be appendisawdust.
Won't you please do something quick?"

Oh, I've got a pain in my sawdust!
That's what's the matter with me.
Something is wrong with my little insides.
I'm just as sick as can be.
Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan.
Someone else run for the medicine man.
Everyone hurry as fast as you can.
I've got a pain in my sawdust!

Oh, sad was the day for the little bisque doll,
For they cut all her stitches away,
And looked for the seat of the terrible ache;
"'Twas a delicate task," they all say,
For none of the surgeons had ever before
Performed on a dolly's inside,
They tried to restuff her but didn't know how
And this was her plaint as she died...

Oh, I've got a pain in my sawdust!
That's what's the matter with me.
Something is wrong with my little insides.
I'm just as sick as can be.
Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan.
Someone else run for the medicine man.
Everyone hurry as fast as you can.
I've got a pain in my sawdust!

(no subject)

So this is the new year.
And i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance.

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions

So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogs bleed into one

I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that could hold us back.

There'd be no distance that could hold us back

So this is the new year