Sodden Clods Are Comin to Town (Phil Hahn) You better watch out You better not try, Trav'ling about I'm telling you why Sodden clods are coming to town. They're wrecking the bars They're starting street fights. They're having one of Their naughtiest nights, Sodden clods are coming to town. Blithe New Years's drivers, pickled In alcoholic brine Will gaily bounce off walls and trees To the strains of "Auld Lang Syne", So, You better stay home And drink your own rye. You're crazy to roam It's obvious why, Sodden clods are coming to town. from the Oct. 1960 edition of Mad RG
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