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To: Elmer Flugum who wrote (7250)	3/17/2001 7:23:00 PM
From: mr.mark	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

tweeter and the monkeyman tweeter and the monkey man were hard up for cash so they stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash to an undercover cop who had a sister named jan for reasons unexplained she loved the monkey man tweeter was a boy scout before she went to vietnam and found out the hard way, nobody gives a damn they knew that they found freedom just across that jersey line so they hopped into a stolen car took highway 99 and the walls came down.. all the way to hell.. never saw them when they're standing never saw them when they fell the undercover cop never liked the monkey man even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can jan got married at fourteen to a rackateer named bill she made secret calls to the monkey man from a mansion on the hill it was out on thunder road -tweeter at the wheel they crashed into paradise -you could hear them tires squeal the undercover cop pulled up said "everyone of you is a liar... if you dont surrender now, it's gonna go down to the wire" and the walls came down.. all the way to hell.. never saw them when they're standing never saw them when they fell an ambulance rolled up -a state trooper close behind tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind the undercover cop was left tied up to a tree near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit he was taking the whole thing personal he didn't care about the loot jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught in jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught and the walls came down.. all the way to hell.. never saw them when they're standing never saw them when they fell someplace by rahway prison they ran out of gas the undercover cop had cornered them said "boy you didn't think that this could last" jan jumped out of bed said "there's someplace i gotta go" she took a gun out of the drawer and said "it's best if you don't know" the undercover cop was found face down in a field the monkey man on the river bank using tweeter as a shield jan said to the monkey man "i'm not fooled by tweeters curl i knew him long before he ever became a jersey girl" and the walls came down.. all the way to hell.. never saw them when they're standing never saw them when they fell now the town of jersey city is quieting down again i'm sitting in a gambling club called the lion's den the TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone ever since the nightly news show that the monkey man was on i guess i'll go to florida and get myself some sun there ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done sometime i think of tweeter, sometime i think of jan sometime i think of nothing but the monkey man - bob dylan, the traveling wilburys

To: Elmer Flugum who wrote (7250)	3/18/2001 11:17:26 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

The Derivative Song You take a function of x and you call it y Take any x-nought that you care to try You make a little change and call it delta x The corresponding change in y is what you find nex' And then you take the quotient and now carefully Send delta x to zero, and I think you'll see That what the limit gives us, if our work all checks Is what we call dy/dx It's just dy/dx ARTIST: Tom Lehrer Tune: "There'll be Some Changes Made"

To: Elmer Flugum who wrote (7250)	3/24/2001 8:53:13 PM
From: HomeBoy Security	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

Mr. Bojangles I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, will he likely touch down ? Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out He looked to me to be the eye of age as he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life, laughing slapped his leg stale Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. He said the name Bojangles and he danced a lick all across the cell He grabbed his pants for a better stance, oh he jumped so high and he clicked up his heels He let go laugh, he let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, yeah, dance. He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughtout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him but just travelled all about Hid dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he still grieves Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. He said I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks for drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,'cause I drink so bit' He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, Òh please, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance, dance, Mr Bojangles, dance. ~Bob Dylan