D.B. at the Console of the Lowery Genie - His next appearance will be at Carnegie Hall

I gave Lyola a Lowery Organ

On her birthday, July five

So then I thought I’d try it out

On songs of girls that were alive

I first warmed up on Memories

Then I murdered “Mary Lou”

Next I messed up poor “Margie”

And then it was Sioux City “Sue”

I sure did tear up Ramblin’ “Rose”

And pounded “Lucille” down

Then wandered up the hill with “Maggie”

And “Alice” in her sweet Blue Gown

Next on tap it was “Louise”

Then I hammered “Baby Face”

And next she looked like “Helen” Brown

I finished with Amazing “Grace”

I finally gave up with the playing

And not a bit too soon

T’will take Lyola quite a while

To get the organ back in tune

D.B.C.

Four ways for men to tell when they're growing old

First on the list is number one

You meet some real neat Dames

But you can’t think just who they are

You start forgetting names

The second one is really bad

These folks in different places

You’re not sure that you know them, ‘cause

You start forgetting faces.

The third is sure embarrassing

You feel just like a pup

When someone comes to you and says

You forgot to zipper up

But worst of all is number four

It surely makes you frown

It’s when you realize that you

Forgot to zipper down

D.B.C.

Another Brain Storm from D.B.'s Funny Farm

Things are in a terrible state

And getting worse I guess

The whole world seems to be upset

It’s surely in a mess

The nations all accuse their neighbors

Of one thing or another

They can’t agree on any thing

They’re all mad at each other

If they do things to please someone

The others think that’s bad

Then if they try to please the others

The first ones all get mad

There isn’t much that I can do

Just hope their hate will pass

So I’ll just take it easy

And sit here on my Ass

D.B.C.

T'was A Glorious Thanksgiving Dinner, I think.

How very well do I remember

That afternoon in late November

When I went out to someone’s farm

To buy a turkey, I meant no harm

I walked up to their house to see

If they would sell just one to me

But as I opened up the gate

I thought that I had met my fate

A turkey gobbler came around

And almost knocked me to the ground

He chased me all around the yard

To stay ahead of him was hard

The farmer showed up then, by heck

And grabbed that gobbler by the neck

He won’t chase me no more that way

We ate him on Thanksgiving Day

D.B.C.

Another Brain Storm from Cody Wyo.

This Cold and snow’s got me uptight

I think I’ll go down to Quartzsite

If you are tired of cold and snow

Let’s get together and all go

At the Country Club, if Cliff will pay

We’ll play golf with him every day

Then we’ll eat at their cozy nook

‘Cause Erma is a Super cook

If they get tired of us you know

Let them come back to the cold and snow

Then we won’t come home very soon

We may stay there till May or June

I have an overwhelming hunch

They like to have the whole darn bunch

So we don’t want to make them sad

Let’s all go down and make them glad

We’ll fly - we sure won’t drive that far

I’m sure they’d let us use their car

The weather here is sure a fright

So let’s all go down to Quartzsite

D.B.C.

The Old Boy's in Another Mess

I’ve lived alone for quite a while

And it’s a lonesome life

I ran an advertisement

To try to get a wife

I said that I am handsome

And very wealthy too

I thought that sure would get them

And I’d hear from quite a few

I know that was a nasty lie

And I know it is a sin

But in a week or two or three

The mail came pouring in

I got a lot of letters

Thought I was doing fine

But they all say the same, it is

I’ll gladly give you mine

One letter said “please hurry”

That he could hardly wait

He said he’d gladly ship her

And even pay the freight

Another said he’d make a deal

If I would take her now

He would deliver her, and even

Throw in a darn good cow

Then one old guy from Utah

Who said his name is Mick

Says he has got a dozen

And I can have my pick

I sure have got me in a mess

I’ve got to get out of this jam

I see I’ll be much better off

If I will stay just like I am

D.B.C.

His head is only half full of knowledge

I was born in Nineteen-four

I’ve been alive since then

We all thought I’d get smart someday

But we weren’t sure just when

I grew up close to Keeline

One a real dry farm

Pulled a lot of childish tricks

But really meant no harm

I finally made it through grade school

Was not too good, but not too bad

When I finally graduated

It sure did make the teachers glad

Since I have now become much older

I can now begin to see

There’s lots of things that I don’t know

I’m not as smart as I should be

I thought that I was quite a wit

Thought I was really bright

But I found out a week ago

That I was just half right

D.B.