All along the Avenue (not the watchtower)

in comes the kings assistant
a big smile on his face,
he drove the captains limosine
in the local stock car race,
the drummers wife sat crying
'cause she heard a sad old song,
and her mexican chihuahua
was sniffing at her bong,
all the leaves are falling
the rains are gettin' cool,
and the moon is ragged yellow
and the poets just a fool,
raindrops still are dancin'
'cross the window late at night,
and the cross-eyed cat is waiting
for a mouse to start a fight,
the surgeon with his scalpel
is sneakin' down the hall,
and the patient, he is worried,
he's climbin' up the wall,
there goes the two-stroke biker
poppin' wheelies in the air,
and there sits Mother Hubbard
in her chartreuse rocking chair,
all along the avenue
they're comin'. two by two,
but the lonesome spotted puppy
just sits and howls for you,
the water faucets plugged
but so's the river, too,
the street is kinda dirty
and the sky just isn't blue,
the singer 's pumping gasoline
pouring ethyl in the tank,
clothespin 'tween his nostrils
since the smell is awful rank,
the groundhog saw his shadow
'cause he knew things were amiss,
the muskrat saw his lover rise
and blew her a teary kiss,
did i just see Uncle Wiggily
sittin' on that fence
lookin' like Joan Crawford
from a telescopic distance,
the painter sits and pouts,
he moans and groans a lot,
he gripes and fusses constantly
and forgets the things he's got,
and all along the avenue
they're comin' two by two,
askin' when they see me
if I ever thought of you.

1972