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I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
...
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
 
I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
 

One night Frank was on his way home from work...

You should recognize a real dyme when you see one sipping on Shirly...

and the old man said-at first,you have to learn to fly...