HOLD DOWN THAT MONK
Hold down that monk, with his
head in the toilet. Let forth the
wild horses roam! There is not
a moment to lose; we are getting
too close to home. Get out your
lesson-books, Jack, and start the
walking to school. Sit at your
piano, Thelonious, and begin
with the noise you make; your
cabaret card is in the mail.
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The creeps who run NYCity
don't really know a thing :
They'll stab you and probe
you, and make dictates of
their onerous conclusions.
I want no part of that.
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In the dimly-lit jazz-club room,
Myrtle removes her garter to sing.
Peppo the Creep says 'I have a
garter snake she's welcome to use.'
He wants to be a lewd comedian,
but I tell him there's no future
in that. 'Shut up, sit down, and
listen to the music, you idiot.
This isn't 1955, and Lenny Bruce
has come and gone.'
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