Member of The American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers & The Songwriters Guild of America

Member of Nashville Songwriters Association International & Tennessee Songwriters Association International

1996 & 1997 International Society of Poets "International Poet of Merit" Award Winner & "Poet of the Year" Nominee

Elected by the Board of Directors of The National Library of Poetry to The International Poetry Hall of Fame (1997)

I’m in thirteen ‘B’ the “N. Y. non-stop to  L. A.”

When I spy this lady layin’ tracks strayin’ over my way

First she shoots me a look an’ she flashes a smile

Then she bangs up my foot hangin’ out in the aisle

An’ she states “Hey right Mate I’m seat thirteen ‘A’!”

Well she slinkers on by as I’m slidin’ outta my chair

Like we’re bankin’ a turn tho’ we’re still not up in the air

What a Sheila she does with koala blue eyes

Tho’ I’m strapped to my seat still I’m startin’ to rise

Like a kangaroo jumps my pump’s thumpin’ away

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up

I’m a bit too shy till she breaks me outta my shell

I’m as hypnotized as a patient under her spell

I don’t know what to say to be breezy or cool…

If my tongue turns to clay is it sleazy to drool?

 So I say “Well Mate today my fate’s jolly swell!”

For the next five hours while we’re whinin’ over the sand

This hot passion flower’s got me dinin’ outta her hand

She’s so glib with ad lib an' the state of surprise

She’s so chic debonair pretty witty an' wise

It’s a mortal blow to know this plane’s gotta land

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up

Back in “Tinsel Town” my mate’s flown on home to Melbourne

I can feel my life shakin’ down spinnin’ into a turn

I've got no way to play this high-low attitude

Lost on Hollywood Way ’cross the border of lewd

Guess I’ll follow wonder to find what I must learn

When I line her up once I’m flyin’ next to her flag

I’ll be fortified for a far trek out on the swag

I don’t know what she’ll say but I know what to do

If she’s waltzin’ my way Blue I’ll start shootin’ through

Please don’t let on she’s got this Yank tucked in her bag

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up

My heart’s been yanked Down Under an' there’s no more comin’ up