Some guy who won't tell me his real name just promised me his second best set of brass knuckles if I would write down and send you the words to the song he's going to sing to me. Here you go:

Oh my Ma, she calls me Shane
She has since I was young.
But that don't be my real name
I only got but one.

Chorus:
You can call me Shane
Or you can call me Shame
But no one knows me real name
It's what I does to ye!

My Pa he called me sumpthin worse
That I won't tell you here
In case that Stilly River Sage
Is lookin' o'er this verse.

You can call me Shane
Or you can call me Shame
But no one knows me real name
It's what I does to ye!

Now Rap, he calls me Shame
That's still okay with me
Coz he is just a stupid cuss
That blankin' Rapaire

You can call me Shane
Or you can call me Shame
But no one knows me real name
It's what I does to ye!

Amos, yer lyin with what ya said,
You don't know a thing or two
Coz when you look in any glass,
A hoser's starin back at you.

You can call me Shane
Or you can call me Shame
But no one knows me real name
It's what I does to ye!

Now I don't know that new one,
What's her name, uh, "Eyes"
But don't believe whatever's wrote
I'm tellin you– they're lies!

You can call me Shane
Or you can call me Shame
But no one knows me real name
It's what I does to ye!

I hate them all—those birds of prey
Big, medium or Little
And Hawks are the worsest of them all
They can't even play the fiddle.

You can call me Shane
Or you can call me Shame
But no one knows me real name
It's what I does to ye!

I'll make fun of all your names
I'll do it night and day
Coz no one knows my real one,
Yer all to dumb to guess!

You can call me Shane
Or you can call me Shame
But no one knows me real name
It's what I does to ye!

The guy has stopped singing and has crawled over to hunker in the corner. He's drooling and foaming at the mouth and seems to be gnawing on half of an old cowboy boot. No, maybe it's a dirty potato. I can't really tell. I'm going to go call the ambulance. I think this guy must be on some kind of bad trip or something. I wouldn't have written this down for him, but he did give me these really great brass knuckles. Sorry folks.

Blind River Scribe