Doug needs to go loot this.
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Quote:THAT GREAT BIG WAY-OUT-THEREOr this one...
(c) copyright 1993 W.J. Bethancourt III
This one should be sung like Bob Wills would have done it.
Now a cowboy's life meant freedom, ridin' in the prairie air
We could ride away into the sunset; never have a care
And we'd gather 'round the campfires, that looked like burnin' stars
And wonder if somebody else was lookin' back at ours.
Then they put up barbed wire fences, and the railroads came on thru
And the motor cars and freeways went and split the range in two....
Now a cowboy's just a stage-prop, ridin' in a rodeo
And the city lights blot out the stars, and there ain't no place to go.
But there's still a last frontier for us to challenge, if we dare
We could whisper secrets to the stars, comb a comet's silver hair!
So I'll go out where the open range is farther than the eye can see
Where there ain't no barbed wire fences, and there's room for livin' free!
And I'll ride from star to star upon a pony made of steel
Where a man depends on what he's got, and the livin's really real;
You can keep your earth-bound cities with their concrete everywhere!
Oh the spaces are wide open in that great big Way-Out-There!
Then I'll look back at the covered wagons drivin' out to space
The settlers and the gamblers and the whole dern human race!
I'll keep an eye for Indians; maybe this time we'll be friends...
There's room enough for everyone; -this- frontier never ends!
Now you won't find me sittin' in the honky-tonks and bars,
The High-and-Lonesome's where I'll be, a-singin' to the stars
In a starship made of silver-steel I'll ride the open space
And walk where no one's gone before, and meet God face to face!
And I'll ride from star to star upon a pony made of steel
Where a man depends on what he's got, and the livin's really real;
You can keep your earth-bound cities with their concrete everywhere!
Oh the spaces are wide open in that great big Way-Out-There!
Oh the Final Frontier's where I'm bound, that great big Way-Out-There!
Quote: GUN CONTROL COMEOr if someone needs a little reinforcements....
(c) copyright 1992 W.J. Bethancourt III
(Tune: "The Banana Boat Song")
Every year, the local ACLU chapter puts on a satiric revue. As it
happened, the fella in charge of it was on FILK echo, and I complained
about the liberal bias of many of the songs. He promptly asked me to
write them a song for the revue, of a subject of my own
choosing.....muahahahahah! They were big enough to perform it, and it
made quite a few people squirm.
G C G
Day-o...Day-ay-ay-o!
G D G
Gun control come, they'll be raiding our homes!
G
We all support the Bill of Rights!
G D7
Gun control come, they'll be raiding our homes!
G
Except that part that we don't like!
G D7
Gun control come, they'll be raiding our homes!
Those evil guns should all be barred!
Except the cops and the Army and the Kennedy bodyguard!
We attack the symptom, that's the answer!
Like giving asprin for lung cancer!
Take away the guns, we have no crime!
(And we've lived in Oz for a very long time!)
[note: singer should get a cockeyed and very vague look on his/her
face on this verse .... Fuzzy Liberal sort of thing]
We can trust the government American!
Just ask a whale or an Indian!
Freedom of Choice for your daughters and sons!
Except when they want to own a gun!
The ultimate defense of the laws of the land:
Is educated citizens with weapons at hand!
The truth is pretty self-evident to me:
The right to bear arms is the right to be free!
(stop suddenly, and say, in a thick German accent
"So! All of you are nodt zinging! Vell! Ven -one- piece of der Bill of
Rights goes avay, maybe pretty soon the rest follows, nicht wahr? Der
Jews didn't haff guns either.....but der -SS-did! Und ven der -lawyers-
don't haff guns.....heheheh!"
(not in German accent
Of course, that can't happen here........or can it?
Day-o...Day-ay-ay-o!
Gun control come, they'll be raiding our homes!
Quote: I'LL SEE YOUR SIX!And, of course, there is Much More Where That Came From.
(c) copyright 1993 W.J. Bethancourt III
(Tune: "The Sleeping Scotsman")
A lovely lady went one night to a revel in the East
With dancing and with singing, with wine and Roasted Beast
When the revel came unto an end, she started out for home
Wrapped well in her woolen cloak, and walking all alone.
CHORUS: The things you will run into, the people that you meet
Walking all alone upon a New York City street!
Now, New York City's not a place for walking in the dark
Not in the streets and alleys and especially not the Park
But off she went most happily, without a single care
Wrapped up in her woolen cloak, all in the midnight air.
A street-tough jumped in front of her, with three friends in the night
And pulled a six-inch switchblade, that glittered in the light
He waved it underneath her nose, and said with fiendish glee:
"Give me all your money, girl, this is a robbery!"
She gazed upon the switchblade, and smiled a happy smile
Said "Boy, you ain't got any brains, and lack a sense of style!
You're standing where I want to walk, please move out of my way!"
The tough said "Girl, I'll cut you, and rob you anyway!"
All wrapped up in her woolen cloak, her garb was quite unseen
Her hands were hidden out of sight, and so was chain-mail's gleam...
She said "Now, go rob someone else, my money stays with me!"
He said, "I'll take your money with my six-inch snickersnee!"
The lady's smile got bigger, the robber took a swing
The chain-mail took the blow; the lady didn't feel a thing!
She pulled a Kirby broadsword, the robber's soul to shrive,
And grinned and said, "I'll see your six, and raise you thirty-five!"
The bandit gazed upon the sword, and then upon his knife
He turned and ran, with his three friends, a-running for his life!
Don't think a lady's easy, don't think she's helpless prey,
Especially if she is a fighter in the SCA!
Now if you don't believe my song, then ask the lady fair
With Cheshire Cat upon her shield, a blazon very rare:
Sir Trude is her name, me lads, if she should pass your way;
The very first of the Lady Knights within the SCA!
(yes, folks, it -really- happened!)
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