The Road to Mudrock-O by Alice

Alice's Comments: With apologies to the Bingster.


We're off on the Road to Mudrock-o
This camel is tough on the Spaw
Where they're goin', why we're goin', how can we be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Alice and harpgirl.

Off on the road to Mudrock-o
Hang on till the end of the line
I hear this cafe's where they do the dance of the hokey-poke
We'd tell you more but a certain person doesn't get the joke

We're off on the road to Mudrock-o
Well look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come
The men wear thongs, they play bodhrans, and blow a possum's ass
It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a lass.

Off on the road to Mudrock-o
Hooray! Well blow the pipes, logon the hour,
We may run into gargoyles but we're not afraid to roam
Because we read the story and we end up safe at home
(yeah)

We're off on the road to Mudrock-o
We certainly do get around
Like Webster's Dictionary we're Mudrock-o bound

We're off on the road to Mudrock-o
We certainly do get around
Like a complete set of Shakespeare that you get in the corner drugstore
for a dollar ninety-eight
We're Mudrock-o bound

Or, like a volume of Omar Khayyam that you buy in the
department store at Christmas time for your cousin Julia We're
Mudrock-o bound
(we could be arrested)

Alice Flynn