My Hobby

Lyrics
When you spit from the twenty-sixth floor And it floats on the breeze to the ground Does it fall upon hats or on white Persian cats Or on heads, with a pitty-pat sound? I used to think life was a bore But I don't feel that way anymore As I count up the hits, as I smile as I sit As I spit from the twenty-sixth floor
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Credits
- Writers
- Shel Silverstein