Shattered

Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up

To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!

You got rats on the West Side

Bed bugs uptown

What a mess this town's in tatters, I've been shattered

My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan

 

Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger

 

So... you don't like that one? How about this:

 

Peck, peck, peck

on the warm brown egg.

Out comes a neck.

Out comes a leg.

How does a chick

who's not been about,

discover the trick

of how to get out?

 

-Aileen Fisher

Done