they walked with purple angels

ricky don't write no poems sally don't paint no walls more fun than a barrel of monkeys going over niagara falls josie walked down first street didn't mean no harm, she wore high heeled sneakers and a purple dress from the salvation army two old maids in a folding bed watching jerry springer a billion bees in their bonnets not one of them with a stinger bobbi and billi were siamese twins but no one ever saw them together they stood on the corner at three a m singing stormy weather my favorite eggs are bacon my favorite drink is ham i'm an old fashioned feller it's just the way i am i walked with purple angels and sang with pinstriped frogs i read the new york times every morning as the world goes to the dogs i could go on like this forever but mercy is my style i'll get up and do the crossword after a little while