crank up the old vitrola
and play me something ancient
let the static sing
us to sleep
let patti smith
**** us slowly with her blues

crank up the old vitrola
we can cram love poems
into empty wine jugs
and roll them down the street

crank up the old vitrola
as all hope dies and
the chorus repeats

crank up the old vitrola
i've got time to ****
and a lover to love

crank up the old vitrola
we've got nine more bottles
to drink
before sunrise
nine more poems
to write
before we close our eyes

Poetry crank here
crank here
crank
here
crk
hr

Here a crank
there a crank
everywhere
a crank crank

Crank?

Lank?

Slubuhlank
tank
I'd be shrank
a lank

Sank
back into
the tank
I just want
to thank

you
for your
forbearance

though it sticks
awkwardly
out of your face

(Yoooouuuu!)
Butter boy I tell 'em
Hey I got a new dance fo you all called the butter boy
(Yoooouuuu!)
You gotta punch then crank back three times from left to right
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh yeeeeaaaah!
butter  boy off in this butter house
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that butter boy
Then super man that soft mattress butter boy spitting fire
Watch me lean and watch me rock
Super man butter not
Then watch me crank that Robocop
Super fresh, now watch me tape things
Jocking on them haters man
When I do that butter boy
I lean to the left and crank that thang
(now you)
I'm booming on your ***** ***
And if we get the fighting
You catch me at your local party
Yes I crank it everyday
Haters getting mad cause
"I got me some bathing koala bears"