Wednesday, April 24, 2013

PETER, PAUL, AND MARY

An homage to some of the best songs ever.

                                                      

That’s a fine suit
At Petrovich the haberdasher’s
But I’ll need to borrow from Peter
To pay Paul
Or I could ask Mary
♫To make me a cambric shirt♫

The wine’s fine in the valley
♫But there’s been none
Of that here since 1969
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face♫
But I’ll need to borrow from Peter
To pay Paul
Or I could ask Mary
To brew me a cup of green tea

I would’ve brought my Havanas
Had I known this place was so seedy
And wallpapered in pink from the fifties
Molly, Bonnie, Blanche and I
Will have to be happy with ‘baccy
But I’ll need to borrow from Peter
To pay Paul
Or I could ask Mary
To share my pocketful of melon seeds

Like a thorn in the flesh
It drives deeper and deeper
With every step
And it’s made its way
Nearly to the lacuna within

Stop! Here’s the answer to my prayers
Mary and I could be in a band
We’ll be troubadours for now
Then we’ll own some land

Faust, Dorian and Hyde
You have nothing on me
I am the one
Who wrested the Golden Violin
From ♫the Devil
When he came to Georgia♫