Mystery Men #27 & #29, 1941 Fox! GGA/bondage, Hitler cover... sold!

[Point Five]

Sing me to sleep

 

 

[Bruce1971]

Hi Jon

 

I'm hoping you'll throw something up here before I hit the hay.

 

I'm expecting good books to be list right after he ships mine out

 

Maybe a Mystery Men #10

 

Bruce

[Forbush-Man]

Sing me to sleep

 

[spoken]

Who's that walkin' 'round here?

Mercy!

Sounds like baby patter!

Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it!

 

Say, up in Harlem,

At a table for two,

There were four of us,

Me, your big feet and you!

From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet,

From there down, there's just too much feet!

Yas!

 

Your feet's too big!

Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big!

Can't use ya 'cause your feet's too big!

I really hate ya 'cause your feet's too big!

Yeah!

 

Da-dee-do-dah, wan-ga-der!

Where'd you get 'em?

Nyah-da-dum!

Your girl, she likes you, she thinks you're nice,

Got what it takes to be in paradise;

She says she likes your face, she likes your rig,

But, man, oh, man, them things are too big!

 

Oh, your feet's too big!

Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big!

Mad at you 'cause your feet's too big!

I hate you 'cause your feet's too big!

 

[spoken]

My goodness, those are gunboats!

Shift! Shift! Shift!

 

Oh, your pedal extremities are colossal!

To me you look just like a fossil!

You got me walkin', talkin' and squawkin',

'Cause your feet's too big, yeah!

 

[spoken]

Come on and walk that thing!

Oh, I never heard of such walkin'! Mercy!

Your... your pedal extremities really are obnoxious.

One never knows, do one?

 

[Point Five]

Sing me to sleep

 

[spoken]

Who's that walkin' 'round here?

Mercy!

Sounds like baby patter!

Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it!

 

Say, up in Harlem,

At a table for two,

There were four of us,

Me, your big feet and you!

From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet,

From there down, there's just too much feet!

Yas!

Settle down, Fats.

 

 

[Forbush-Man]

Sing me to sleep

 

[spoken]

Who's that walkin' 'round here?

Mercy!

Sounds like baby patter!

Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it!

 

Say, up in Harlem,

At a table for two,

There were four of us,

Me, your big feet and you!

From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet,

From there down, there's just too much feet!

Yas!

Settle down, Fats.

 

Well, alright then!

 

 

[Vtcomics]

Cool books! That Hitler cover is wicked tough!