Post #472315 by Mai Tai on Tue, Jul 28, 2009 1:46 AM

:music: At the T.O. Artists Alley :music: :music: :music:
There's a land that's fair and bright
Where the tikis grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds,
and the bees,
and the cigarette trees
Where the bud light springs,
where the bluebird sings
At the T.O. Artists Alley

At the T.O. Artists Alley
All the crawlers have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer's trees bear passionfruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go
where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
and the wind don't blow
At the T.O. Artists Alley

At the T.O. Artists Alley
you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
and of aged rum too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
At the T.O. Artists Alley :music: :music: :music: