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Hancock Herbie

It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeers And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate

Love came to my door with a sleeping roll And a madman's soul he thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman to court

In my solitude You haunt me With dreadful ease Of days gone by In my solitude You taunt me With memories That never die I sit in my chair And filled

I was driving across the burning desert when I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the

Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread The able bodied have shipped away Molly McGee gets her tea leaves read You'll be married in a month they say These leaves

Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the

like a sequel Been down and up, so I'm roundin' up Mad troops new recruits O G's and up Me and my right hand man Mr. Hancock make landmarks In foreign

I've been so many places in my life and time I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme I've acted out my life in stages With ten thousand

We were married on a rainy day The sky was yellow And the grass was gray We signed the papers And we drove away I do it for your love The rooms were