In case you ren't following the Song Challenge threads, Mom, there was a story wherein a guy explained to the police that he had been stopped on his bicycleby two people in gorilla costumes and one in a big chicken outfit, and he had been knocked in the head by one of the gorillas, and the chicken and ridden off on his bike. True story.

So we wrote some songs about it, and here's mine:

The Chicken, and Gun the Gorilla, and Me

I was lying around in the Westchester zoo
With the other gorillas, with not much to do
When a teenage gorilla the others called Gun
Came up and asked if I wanted some fun
Well the Zoo, it was boring, and I had me no mate,
And there's nothing to do there if you're staying up late
Gun sounded excited, Gun sounded like fun,
So I said I would join him on a getaway run.

CHO: Oh, that night on the run,
Oh, that night on the run!
We went up on the east side and down on the west
For wild nights on foot, this sure was the best,
Oh, that night on the run.

Well we distracted the warden and made our escape
We flew over the guard wall and climbed over the gate
And the next thing ya know, with the moon still half-down
We're running the highway that leads into town.
Well we galloped along, just smelling the breeze
Two wild-ass gorillas, as bare as you please,
Past farm yards and barn yards and dogs in their pen,
We were zoned out on freedom, and guess what happened then!


CHO.

We stopped for a breather, as the evening was hot
Outside of a bar in a big parking lot,
We'd have gone for a brew, but we hadn't no dough,
And they don't give free beer to gorillas, you know.
So we idled around, in the cool evening air
Just glad to be out, without much of a care,
When a big bird walked up looking sassy and cute,
Some guy from a ball team, in a big chicken suit!

CHO.

Well we three got to talking, and he was purdy impressed
That his two new companions had escaped from the rest,
He sprang for a twelve-pack and we sat on the ground
Just knocking back Coorses and passing them around.
His name was Chinchester, or that's what he said
And he was sick of the view from that big chicken head,
But he'd taken the role on a cheerleading squad
Just to pay for the rent while he got right with God.

CHO.

We were all getting snookered, from drinking that beer
And Gun the Gorilla, he spoke out, "Look here,
You can't get right with God while you're dressed like a bird
It's purely unnacherl and completely absurd!"
And Chinch, he allowed as my pal Gun was right,
He would quit the damn cheerleaders, that very night!
He would go to a center he knew in Duluth
And sign up as a monk, and foreswear his wild youth.

He would give up his drinking, and swearing and hype,
And hanging out in strange places with bestial types
He'd confess all his sins, and turn honest and nice
And take up the vows of a brother-in-Christ.
Well this notion made Chinc a revitalized man,
And he said, "Let's get down there as fast as we can"
But we didn't have a license, being simian, you see
And we hadn't no wheels for a long highway spree.

We sat and we pondered, and tried to connive
But Chinch, he confessed he didn't know how to drive,
And Duluth was a long way down that highway of dreams,
And then Gun the Gorilla came up with a scheme.
He said "Boys, every morning on the side roads around,
There's newsboys on bikes crossing all over town!
We'll grab us a newsie and his bike we will steal,
And send Chinch to glory on a new set of wheels!"

Well, we found us a nearby suburban milieu
And a newsboy on duty soon came rolling through
And Chinch in his outfit, and us in our fur
Jumped out of the bushes and made quite a stir.
Well Gun hit him once, and he dropped like a stone
And we helped Chinch climb up on that bike all alone,
And we sent him off wheeling even though he was drunk,
Toward Duluth, and God, and the life of a monk.

So then Gun the Gorilla and me, we made tracks,
'Cuz the sun was arising, and we had to get back,
And we loped up the highway, and at six twenty-two,
We climbed over the entrance gate back at the zoo.
We sneaked back to our cave, with our heads all abuzz
And curled up in our sleeping spots just as we was,
But I'll never forget that wild midnight spree,
With the Chicken, and Gun the Gorilla, and me.

CHO.


Oh, that night on the run,
Oh, that night on the run!
We went up on the east side and down on the west
For wild nights on foot, this sure was the best,
Oh, that night on the run.