(by G. Fobes & R. Feldman)
down by the ol kitchen sink
where I first met you,
with yr dirty dishes too
and those brillo pads new
I thought there was hope
my dish pan hands could cope
finish in time to watch Deep Throat
that I could reach that previously-undocumented note
(pass that pip and give me another toke)
others might think this song’s a joke
but take a look at this dried-up egg yoke…
that you laid by the ol kitchen sink
you brought out the whip
you were on some strange trip
while I bravely battled the grease and grime
leaky stoppers running out of time
so after this job I’m packin my bags
throwin in the rags
ironin out any snags---
see a plumber
then get a new number
maybe catch you on yr next bummer…
with a year’s worth of paper plates
St. Louis
1972