The Irishman and the Tiger

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Kenny from Killarney was a sorry little man
Nothing that he ever did went according to his plan
Little did he know today when he went out his door
That he would meet a tiger and his life would change for sure
That he would meet a tiger and his life would change for sure

McGillicuddy’s circus was rolling into town
put up all their posters and the people gathered round
nobody was looking and and it changed our Kenny’s fate
when a hungry angry tiger snuck out through an open gate

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now Kenny worked a still hidden out among the green
distilled a murky liquid he pretended was poitín
he’d barely got the fire lit when the tiger happened by
and Kenny started running just as fast as he could fly

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now Kenny was no runner and he ended up as lunch
you were thinking that he’d beat the tiger; sure I had a hunch
did you really think the story could end another way?
and the tiger’s had a taste for weasel ever since that day

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beautiful carelessly sultry

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Hey beautiful carelessly sultry
lazily bright above
enthusiastically tightly warmly dizzy madly of

anxiously silly beside
awkwardly even between
boldly moving to measure up beyond reluctantly seen

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silently tender despite
carefully crazy about
seldom recklessly foolish though
truthfully empty without

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eventually happy within
perfectly better at
briefly bravely brightly blindly joyously wonderful that

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Good Pair of Jeans

I was stuck on the lyrics of another song and decided, about 45 minutes ago, to switch to this idea.

Sometimes a song just needs its own space.

my fav’rite hat is crushed and flat, it’s ragged at the brim
my fav’rite boots are scuffed and scraped and looking mighty grim
my overcoat of black cashmere no longer looks as slim
but nothing beats a good pair of jeans

nothing beats a good pair of jeans
just take a look at these and you’ll see what I mean
blue is best but I’d even wear ’em aquamarine
nothing beats a good pair of jeans

my sweetheart has a couple pairs with legs as long as hers
they seem to fit her well enough and follow her straight legs
follow ’em right to the ground, right where she wears her spurs
no, nothing beats a good pair of jeans

nothing beats a good pair of jeans
turn around and check the mirror, you’ll see what I mean
I’m thinking maybe she should get a pair in tangerine
nothing beats a good pair of jeans

I put all the holes in these; they ain’t no acid wash
I got some from Levi and some others from Oshkosh
wear ’em when I sit and read, wear ’em when I nosh,
’cause nothing beats a good pair of jeans

nothing beats a good pair of jeans
look down at your own and you’ll see what I mean
blue is best but I’d even wear ’em aquamarine
I’m thinking maybe she should get a pair in tangerine
if you know Captain Kangaroo you can even wear ’em green
nothing beats a good pair of jeans
no nothing beats a good pair of jeans