Alexander Skip Spence
Margaret - Tiger Rug
It's Margaret, the daring songwriterShe's got muscles in her eyesShe's got everything going for her thereSo take a ride on her pen, step insideWell, there goes Margaret, the daring ice skaterShe skates the truth on the iceIf she wasn't so daring and dashingHer lips would be chapped at half the priceIt appears I sent you off to treatmentWith the tiger by the tailIf he could be freeHe wouldn't have stripes on him, like jailJailer comes in twice a dayAnd feeds him a hunk of meatThat is just the sameAs you get out upon the streetJungle's homeWhy isn't he free?Just because his head is doesn't mean his limbs areThat can mean the same as a monkey on a tree
From Letras Mania