part of my new gallery "for sale"


On her Coney Island washboard she would play
You could hear her on the boardwalk ev'ry day
Soap suds all around, bubbles on the ground
Rub-a dub-a dub in her little tub, all the tunes she found, hey!
Thimbles on her fingers make the noise,
She plays the Charleston on the laundry for the boys.
She can rag a tune right through the knees
Of a brand-new pair of BVD's.
Coney Island washboard roundelay.