Song Of The Typewriter Girl

Vkitv click, dic.kitv click,' l'iil the veré sound of it makes me sick, ' Ollckity click ' f rom moni till night, And thcn I ƒ i my dreams uutil brood daylight ■ Uickirv dirk ■ i.iv living to win. 'Till iriy fluffer Hpg are all ivora tliin. ' ( lickity click ' till my brain's nwbiji," So saog pretty typewrlter girl. ■■ ■ ! ' i : - k ; t y click.' with the senior bard Eying me over hia spectacles hard : i lickity click.' with the Junior párd, vVhisperinK, ■ Keally dou't work so hard.' Clioklty click,' till mv eyea are blurred. ; And J acarceïy can sw oí my notes a word. 1 ill my iri.zes droop and m'y bangs unciiil. And I wisli there was bever a typewrlter girli " 'Cliekity click ' ia the only Bong Th: t riuu in my ar through the days so loni'-s 'Chckity cliek.' thyiijrli the iimri inay h". Stiil Ríe ifeiüT fins ,,'k.." i f'lickity click' the machine must "O II one girl dies, there are nther?, yon know But when I'm dead. on my tombstone stick 'i hese word8: 'Shedied of the clicklty click I' "