Old Songs

Kathy's got her kite in the rumble seat
Everyone has something to do.
Sammy's boom-bass plays on the after-beat
As he blows a bugle kazoo.
Ellen plays a keyboard accordion
Sitting on the spare in the back.
Give a balalaika to Gordy an'
Pretty soon he's gettin' the knack.
Melvin holds his banjo in the air
He drove all the way from God-knows-where.

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Grandpa says there's something about her an'
For Colleen he carries a torch.
Alls he knows he can't dance without 'er an'
There they go, they clog up the porch.
Grandpa sounds like a herd of elephants
Kicking croquet balls down the stairs.
Haven't seen so footloose a fella since
Uncle Walter danced with the bears.
Henrietta scrunches up her face
Playing her viola like a bass.

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Little trailer shaped like a toaster and
Painted fresh to ward off the rust.
Mel and Ellen worked on the poster in
Which it proclaims "Old Songs or Bust"
Now that trailer couldn't be cuter and
So jam packed from ceiling to floor.
Blankets, chairs, a laptop computer and
Deep Woods Off and ponchos galore.
Do ya 'spose that Sam will go to bed
Wearing deely boppers on his head?

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How 'bout that, they got through Schenectady
Found that fairground out in the sticks.
Now their bivouacked halfway to Albany
Right off Highway 146.
Isn't this one heck of a festival
By the hamlet of Altamont?
Music, dance and grub that's digestible,
Bugs and rain, but what do you want?
Gordo writes a new song on the hood.
He would write an old song if he could.

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