I won a duckling at the city fair and it slept in one of my dad's old house slippers. It would follow my dad all around the yard when he was gardening.
Little baby ducks Old pickup trucks Slow movin’ trains And rain…
Back in the day, when I had a liver Karaoke was never over till I did it I didn’t really want to do it Or did I ?
11.30 or 12, the chant would begin… little baby ducks… Resistance was futile I knew I couldn’t sing They knew I couldn’t sing Didn’t matter It was a rite Like blessing the fleet, a prayer and a thank-you to all who went to sea (or grabbed a mic), knowing bravery and skill would not always be enough Rene’ always cut the lights the instant I croaked a sound Dozens of Bic lighters rose like fireflies in the summer dark It was a damn big deal Bigger, in its way than the chick who’d just done ‘Bobby McGee’ as good as Janis on her best/worst night That pub is history And I haven’t had a taste in eight years And still Virtual strangers approach me wondering where they know me from If the light comes on, quite a few grin and say, “little baby ducks…”
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I won a duckling at the city fair and it slept in one of my dad's old house slippers. It would follow my dad all around the yard when he was gardening.
Life is but a quacker, shucking and ducking with the melody of time.
A lonely mallard duck without a drake to keep her company.
Can’t you hear me quackin’!?
“No Expectations” is one of my favorite Stones’ songs, thanks for posting!
Little baby ducks
Old pickup trucks
Slow movin’ trains
And rain…
Back in the day, when I had a liver
Karaoke was never over till I did it
I didn’t really want to do it
Or did I ?
11.30 or 12, the chant would begin… little baby ducks…
Resistance was futile
I knew I couldn’t sing
They knew I couldn’t sing
Didn’t matter
It was a rite
Like blessing the fleet, a prayer and a thank-you to all who went to sea (or grabbed a mic), knowing bravery and skill would not always be enough
Rene’ always cut the lights the instant I croaked a sound
Dozens of Bic lighters rose like fireflies in the summer dark
It was a damn big deal
Bigger, in its way than the chick who’d just done ‘Bobby McGee’ as good as Janis on her best/worst night
That pub is history
And I haven’t had a taste in eight years
And still
Virtual strangers approach me wondering where they know me from
If the light comes on, quite a few grin and say, “little baby ducks…”
Life is good, sometimes
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