Crooner

Kicked by a mule
and too cool for school,
I was swingin' strung to a star
eating olives out of a jar.
Not giving a flying feathered fig,
I found myself this crazy jumped-up
boardwalk busker, all Binged and banged
in a pork pie hat and striped coat,
moonbeaming my ukulele lament
for the lovelorn high
over star strung strollers;
Ohhh, No-one
never loves No-one,
mmmm-bo-ba-ba-booo,
and no-one
never loves no-one
in return....