The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418 Message #2648251
Posted By: Amos
04-Jun-09 - 11:33 AM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Oh Thirty K, I hear you calling!
Away, you thirty thousand!
Where Little Hawk and Rapaire are squalling,
Away, we're bound away
Along to the thirty thousand.
The old MOAB, she's a mighty mother!
Away, you thirty thousand!
Where posters bother one another,
Away, we're bound away
I'm bound for thirty thousand.
Oh MOAB, discipline your daughters!
Away, you thirty thousand!
They never mind you as they oughter!
Away, we're bound away
We are bound for thirty thousand.
Oh, MOAB, put your sons to working!
Away, you thirty thousand!
They're as uselss as a broke-down gherkin!
Away, we're bound away
We are bound for thirty thousand.
Oh, MOAB, put away your hulas!
Away, you thirty thousand!
Your remote controls, and your old spaTUlas,
Away, we're bound away
We are bound for thirty thousand.
Oh, MOAB, sure I love your daughters!
Away, you thirty thousand!
They heat my brain like fire-water!
Away, we're bound away
We are bound for thirty thousand.
Collected from the singing of "Uncertain Angel" Harridan of Antimaya, Wisconsin, in the field surveys of "High Max" Alain O'Dale
Deeper Truth Recordings, Knoxville, 1949