Songtext von Not a Hoot!

They had turkey wing fans and they felt kind of elegant Nothing to do but just sit there I wanted them to walk by him the way They would pass by a person asking for money in an alley They not only wrote like him They also walked with his rolling slouch Drank likehis heroes and heroines, Cultivated a hard-boiled melancholy And he writes slowly in longhand Possibly forty lines a day (rhymes)