Where am I going? Damn if I know. Now it's vacation time and so A feller doesn't know where to blow -- Uptown, downtown? Damn if I know. Where am I going? Hard to say, With classes clean out of your way. Mornings it's hard to get a date -- The big idea is sleeping late. Vacation's good for seeing plays, Both evenings and matinees. The Follies are the stuff for us; For Pete's sake, nothing serious. Where am I going? Guess I'll check Some of the dames I used to neck. A little petting now and then Is relished by the wisest men. I might try movies just for luck, Or crawl into the festive Tuck And tie ye bag upon ye nose And feed ye face where liquor flows. Where am I going? Damn if I know. Most anywhere that fellers go. It's funny, since the dope's to roam, My folks expect I'll stick at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I LOVE HER by ALEXANDER BROME UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PSALM 120 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WELCOME TO EGYPT by MATHILDE BLIND |