| @KMIDI KARAOKE FILE@V0100@IFile created with EasyKar95@I(c) 1996-1997 V. Palleschi@Ie-mail: vince@risc.ifam.pi.cnr.it@LENGL@TDeath Of A Poet by Jimmy Buffett@TKar by Roger Mac Sequenced by Redsal
I once knew a poet
Who lived before his time
He and his dog Spooner
Who listened while he rhymed
Words to make ya happy
Words to make you cry
Then one day the poet
Suddenly did die
But he left behind a closet
Filled with verse and rhyme
Through some strange transaction
One was printed in the Times
And everybody searchin
For the king of underground
Well they found him down in Florida
With a tombstone for a crown
And everybody knows the lines
From his book that costs $4 99
And I wonder if he knows
He's doin quite this fine
Cause his books are all bestsellers
His poems were turned to songs
Had his brother on a talkshow
Though they never got along
And now he's called immortal
Yes he's even taught in school
They say he used his talent
A most proficient tool
But he left all of his royalties
To Spooner his old hound
Growin old on steak and bacon
In a dog house ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders
Did he really lose his mind
No, he was just a poet
Who lived before his time
He was just a poet
Who lived before his timeI once knew a poetWho lived be fore his timeHe and his dog spoonerWould listenwhile he'd rhyme.Words to make you happyWords to make you cryThen one day the poetsud den ly did dieBut he left behind a closetfilled with verse and rhymeAnd through some strange tran sac tion one was printed in the TimesAnd ev ery bo dy's searchin'For the king of un der groundWell they found him down in Flor i daWith a tomb stone for a crownEv ery bo dy knows a lineFrom his book that costs four nine ty nineI won der if he know he's do in' quite this fine'Cause his books are all best sel lersAnd his poems were turned to songHad his bro ther on a talk showThough they nev er got a longAnd now he's called im mor talYes he's ev en taught in schoolThey say he used his tal entsA most pro fic ie nt toolHe left all of his royal tiesTo Spoonerhis old houndGrow in' old on steak and bac onIn a dog house ten feet 'roundAnd ev ery bo dy won ders Did he real ly loose his mindNo he was just a poetwho lived be fore his timeHe was just a poet who lived be fore his time. |
