Author: Otto S. Fishbein

First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect. Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect. You live you life like a canary in a coalmine. You get to Sunday, read the comics and then drink wine.

I can still find things to laugh about today, but tomorrow makes me cry. And I still want the Sunday Comics, even though it’s the end of the world.

All my friends tell me something is gettin’ together, I got a beard that would disappear if I’m dressed in leather. Now let me tell you about my baby, she was born readin’ Sunday Comics, sittin’ in the jailhouse trying to learn some good manners.

I dreamt all yesterday how I might make a man feel, the Sunday Comics up to his face! “Show respect to me, I don’t care what you’re thinking, I’ll wipe that thought away!”

We know of an ancient radiation that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station. While Frank Sinatra sings “Sunday Comics,” the flies and spiders get along together…cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

You drove me up and down the street; you used me up like gasoline. I still remember the Sunday Comics, that’s the reason had to stay away from Claire.

So how can we be strangers? He’s got no personality. It’s just a clever imitation of the people on TV. A line for every situation; he’s learnin’ Sunday Comics tricks. Havin’ sex and eatin’ cereal, wearin’ jeans and smokin’ cigarettes.

All the Norwegians, man, you should see them out in Ballard looking soulful at the pines — and also the Swedes…All of the groovers came from Vancouver and some of them came up from Oregon, in case you don’t know. Viva Seattle Tacoma! Viva viva Sunday Comics!

Brukup, it’s Brukup, it’s Brukup, humble like we pon’ the come up! Don’t make it turn into troublе,
’cause we Sunday straight out the Comics!

Happy to take the misery these Sunday Comics can bring to me; don’t like the look of this town — what goes up must come down. Character is lost and found on unfamiliar playing ground. “What in the world”/”get out of my world” Palaces, barricades, threats meet promises