the beat goes on...
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BABY DRIVER
My mama was a Snap Lake mermaid,
My daddy was a mean old pike,
And I was born one tundra morn'
Near breccia and a dyke,
Right near a dyke
They call me Diamond Willie,
And I know where all the diamonds lie,
Hit those drills,
Punch those numbers,
There're fancies that will make you cry
My daddy was a fellow named Turner,
My mama had a beautiful tail,
The option price was fair and nice,
Some boinked it and should go to jail,
Yeah, go to jail
They call me Diamond Willie,
And I know where all the diamonds lie,
Hit those drills,
Punch those numbers,
There're fancies that will make you cry
My daddy founnd the tip of the iceberg,
My mama wants a ten carat thrill,
Why don't they ask? I sit and bask,
I'd tell them the right place to drill,
Right where to drill
I'm not talkin' 'bout your dykes here,
But I'm talkin' 'bout your diatreme,
Stop those drills,
Call my number,
I'll tell you where to find your dream
Scoot down the road,
What's my number,?
I'll show you a big diatreme
TENTING ON THE OLD CAMPGROUND
We're surfing tonight to the Winspear thread,
Give us a song of cheer,
Of weary hearts, a song of hope,
And counts that don't bring tears
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
Waiting for the press release,
Many are the hearts, looking for the right,
To see the stock fall cease
Surfing tonight, surfing tonight,
Surfing to the Winspear thread
We've been surfing tonight to the Winspear thread,
Thinking of days gone by,
And of fancies in dykes that give us the prayer,
Of breccia counts so high
We've been parking tonight on the Winspear thread,
Many are lurking here,
Some here hold, and some might soon buy,
Some are drinking beer
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
Waiting for the press release,
Many are the hearts, looking for the right,
To see the stock fall cease
Nervous tonight, nervous tonight,
Nervous on the Winspear thread
QUEEN JANE APPROXIMATELY
When shareholders send back all the proxy ballots,
And the people that you're shafting sell and flee,
And you're tired of yourself and blood that's on your pallets,
Won't you come see me King T, won't you come see me, King T
Now when all the Canaccord sharpies want back what they have lent you,
And the smell of their short selling repulses even bees,
And all the stockholders start to resent you,
Won't you come see me King T, won't you come see me, King T
Now when all the PR you have commissioned,
Has failed to persuade blokes like me,
And you're sick of all this repetition,
Won't you come see me King T, won't you come see me, King T
When all your geologists shrug their shoulders,
And the ship is listing badly to lee,
And Aber says that your deep drilling should be more drastic,
Won't you come see me King T, won't you come see me, King T
And when all of the bandits you turn your other cheek to,
All lay down their options and on them pee,
And you want somebody you don't have to speak to,
Won't you come see me King T, won't you come see me, King T
THE TRACKS OF MY TEARS
People say I'm the life of the thread here,
'Cause I write a song or two,
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty,
Deep inside I'm blue,
So take a good look at my stock,
The way it's going I'll be in hock,
If you look closer it's easy to trace,
The tracks of my tears
Oh, repricing,
[chorus:] Repricing
Outside,
[chorus:] Outside,
They're masquerading,
Inside,
[chorus:] Inside,
My hope is fading,
I sit in murk,
Since they went berserk,
My songs are the wake up,
I play since my ketchup unscrewed,
Poison pills they are not for our benefit,
How can poison pills help you?
Although Rand might be saying, "Undervalued,"
Someone's getting screwed,
So take a good look at the source,
You know our voting is our recourse,
We should tell Randy we want a divorce,
Swallow your own pill!
Oh, Randy take a good look at this thread,
You know repricing fills us with dread,
And poison pills we don't want to be fed,
Swallow your own pill
COULD IT BE MAGIC Barry Manilow (yuck, cooties!)
"Vote on Rights Plan,"
What the hell does that mean?
Whirling like a cyclone in my mind,
Randy Turner, Villain of Vancouver,
Doesn't answer question - how unkind!
Nobody trusts you!
Come, Come, is this just a scam?
Are you brewing one of your bitter brews?
Poison pills for whom?
First repricing,
We all saw through that one,
Now a new plan you're just full of fun,
Now, Now, everyone hold fast,
Second shoe is dropping at last,
Nobody trusts you!
Come, come, stop the scheming now,
Let us know the meaning of all of this,
Nobody trusts you!
Now, now, drop the smokescreen fast,
Time to stop your voodoo at last
Could it be voodoo? |
