an essay on language by Byron A. Marshall, the sage of Pineville, Louisiana

[Telebob]

To be born again... or was that to be borne again?

And the click and clacking of the high heel shoe, and that smell of sweet
perfume comes drifting through, kids out in the street collecting bottle
tops, oh that's when you fall, that's when you fall,
When you fall into a trance, sitting on a sofa playing games of chance, and
you fall into the eyes of Madame George, and you call out playing dominoes
is a drag....Two gyps cry out lord have mercy I think it's the cops, and
immediately she drops everything she gots down into the steet below... say
goodbye to Madame George, dry your eyes for Madam George.

In the back street in the back street say goodbye to Madame George

Oh I think you can understand his words just fine... I love that record like
almost no other.

Loves to love to love to love...say goodbye to Madam George

telebob

Get on the train....this is the train...say goodbye say goodbye
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