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#71. I’m Sorry To Say That I Got It All Wrong

By: Devin Kira Murphy

I’m sorry to say that I got it all wrong
‘Cause in a poem that Judy was causing hardship for me to write, I said “go back to the crib in the cave you were born in”
Yeas that line was all wrong ‘cause it was all ‘bout Judy
And don’t we all know that she was born in a neon peach coloured Chevy car
But what ‘bout Fred?
Well he was born in a shed
A shed that was going down hill on four-post bed
A bed that was painted not a fire engine red, but a fire engine yellow

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#62. Glenn Was Born On An Urban Landfill

By: Devin Kira Murphy

Oh what a thrill, a thrill
Glenn was born on a hill
Oh the hill wasn’t called blueberry
Oh the hill wasn’t called blueberry ’cause it was an urban landfill

Oh what a thrill Glenn was born next to the spills of discarded piles and pant
Oh what a thrill Glenn he came out shouting like a rocket destined for outer space

His mom cut him lows from her with her trusty pocket knife
His mom named him Glenn after the singer on the record cover lying under her feet

Glenn he was born on an urban landfill

#56. She Was Born In A Chevy

By: Devin Kira Murphy

She was born in a Chevy
It was heeding in to town from the suburbs
It was not supposed to be this way
She was supposed to be born, born at the Buffalo General Hospital
The back seat was full of moonshine, moonshine drinks
She was 13pbs., a vary big, big baby
Her mom and dad named her Judy, Judy Fanny
They knew right away that she was to be the tallest of the Longtall family
She was born in a Chevy

She was born in a Chevy
It was heeding in to town from the suburbs
It was not supposed to be this way
She never did make it to the Buffalo General Hospital, General Hospital
The trunk was full of fresh chilly, homemade chilly
She was the whitest baby her parents had seen
Her mom and dad named her Judy, Judy Fanny
They knew right away that she was to be the craziest of the Longtall family
She was born in a Chevy

She was born in a Chevy
It was heeding in to town from the suburbs
It was not supposed to be this way
Born in a Chevy, a Chevy
She was born in a Chevy
She was born in a Chevy

She was born in a Chevy
It was heeding in to town from the suburbs
It was not supposed to be this way
She was supposed to be born, born at the Buffalo General Hospital
The back seat was full of moonshine, moonshine drinks