From madhaus@netcom.com Wed Dec 16 11:44:42 1992
From: madhaus@netcom.com (Maddi Hausmann)
Subject: More silliness
To: slough_list@treefort.Corp.Sun.COM (Slough List), list@netcom.com
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 11:41:56 PST
Organization: Society for Putting Things On Top of Other Things
Copyright: You betcha. Contents Copyright 1992 by Maddi Hausmann.
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Cliff started writing this song on Sunday night,
so I had to finish it.

Tune is "We Will Rock You."


Boom boom tack
Boom boom tack
Boom boom tack
Boom boom tack 

Darwin, you're a poor salt, bad salt, hard salt
Think you're gonna sail round the world someday
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Waving that tire all over the place

We will, we will, ground you...boom boom tack
We will, we will, ground you...boom boom tack

Darwin, you're an old tar, bad tar, mad tar
Think you're gonna take on that slough today
You got blood on your lip
Big anchor tip
Somebody better put you back into your slip 

We will, we will, ground you...boom boom tack
We will, we will, ground you...boom boom tack
We will, we will, ground you...boom boom tack  SAIL IT!
We will, we will, ground you...TWANG TWANG TWANG...

Guitar solo by Cliffy, fade to mud.

See you all Sunday.

Muddi.

-- 
Maddi Hausmann                madhaus@netcom.com
Humorist, Satirist, Tech Writer.  Take your pick.

Centigram Communications Corp, San Jose California  408/428-3553

From SOJOURNER_CLIFF@Tandem.COM Wed Dec 16 12:58:02 1992
Date: 16 Dec 92 12:58:00 +1200
From: SOJOURNER_CLIFF@tandem.com
To: slough_list@treefort.Corp.Sun.COM
Subject: words in bridge of "We will ground you"...
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Here's the words for the bridge:

I've sailed this slough,
Tide after tide,
I've left keel tracks in the mud,
to get unstuck I just slide,
But it's been no bed of oysters,
No pleasure cruise,
The tide's come and gone now,
And I'm stuck in this slough
(the tide's going out and out and out and out...)

(chorus)

We are the Muddies, my friend
And we'll keep on sailing, around the bend,
We are the Muddies, we are the Muddiest,
No time for yacht clubs 'cause we are the Muddiest,
Of the slough.