If I had a hammer /
I’d probably just keep it in my toolbox until I needed to drive a nail into something /
Or pull a nail out of something—like, say, old shelving /
Nope. No hammering out danger or warning from this guy’s hammer /
Because this guy’s hammer knows when to mind its own goddamned business /
Unlike those flower-loving hippie hammers.
“If I had a hammer, there’d be no more folk singers.” – Billy Connolly
Dude, you are seriously “touched”, and its a beautiful thing.
Damned “Saved By the Bell,” the post-Howard Hesseman years.
I saw them perform ten years ago. The tickets were free. The tall bald guy with the beard (as opposed to the short bald guy with the beard) rambled on for ten minutes before every song, explaining it. Then the song would go for three minutes, I’d be prodded awake by someone, I’d applaud, and the rambling would begin again.
I think the TV station was taping it as a special or something. I can’t remember… there was a lot of free beer backstage… or maybe something else.
Puff the Magic Dragon, indeed.
Loved it. I’m glad I’m not the only ones who finds sixties folk dismal and boring
As Lileks pointed out, to be bereft of a hammer is hardly the calamity that P, P & M make it out to be. They’re, like, $1.95 at Lowe’s.
But, like, $20,000 at the Pentagon. Adjusted for inflation, that is.