Song Challenge! Part 9

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Mbo
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 12:12 AM

Haha! That's a riot! Little metal key!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Mbo
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 08:30 AM

My hotdog had puppies, oh what shall I do?
They've gone and turned my house into a zoo
First they run here and next they run there
Please, somebody help get them out of my hair
Oh despair!
Fol the diddle dogs rotty dogs rotty dogs

They sleep on the table when I want to eat
And they loll on my sofa when I want a seat
When I want to walk they quite cover the floor
And when I try to sleep, there's no peace anymore
What a chore!
Fol the diddle dogs rotty dogs rotty dogs

I remember a wish I had when quite small
For a truckload of hotdogs, and I'd eat them all
Well now it seems like that wish has come true
But they don't understand when I tell them to "shoo!"
Tell them "shoo!"
Fol the diddle dogs rotty dogs rotty dogs

Their barking and whining was tiring enough
But now they've got mustard all over my stuff
There's relish and ketchup on my furniture
Oh Heavens, I wish for the past days that were
That there were
Fol the diddle dogs rotty dogs rotty dogs

Life used to happy, but now it's no fun
With the thousands that sprang from my frankfurter bun
There seems no way now to get rid of them all
The dogcatcher man, he won't return my call
Oh the gall!
Fol the diddle dogs rotty dogs rotty dogs

Now listen my friends, take a warning from me
Beware of this sausage from fair Germany
The ones on the bun will give your life a bump
But beware of those Ballparks when they start to plump
Out they jump!
Fol the diddle dogs rotty dogs rotty dogs!


--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Troll
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 08:38 AM

Way to go,Mbo!

troll

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 08:41 AM

Ge, Mbo, that's beautiful! What fine architecture! Fair scansion! Graceful rhythms! And finely flaired imaginings! This is a real weiner! It really rolls -- I don't think I'll ever catsup, to be frank.

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Áine
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 08:56 AM

Yeah, Mbo, what Amos said . . . That's my boy! Well done, everyone!

I'm keeping the challenge open today because we've still got to see the triple dawg dare song from Praise, and kat and MMario (and the other occassional challengers) haven't entered yet. ***GO CHALLENGE!RS GO***

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:05 AM

Food of You

(Al Jolson enters stage right.  Violins set a tone of subdued yearning)

Is that sauce
On your thigh?
Are your cupfuls really that high?
Oh, I'd like to make food
Of you,

We are here,
Just to  spoon
On a summer sheet, under the moon
And I'd like to make food
Of you!

I don't know if it needs  pepper
Or if a little oil would do!
With a small
Dose of heat
Comes the fragrance of simmering meat
And we both come completely
Unglued!

And I'd like to make food
Of you!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Áine
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:18 AM

Here's the promised "l'hommage au Spam" -- and a little bit of "hommage" to Mommy and Daddy, too.

Bring That Big Ole Can Of Spam Home, Dad
(Tune: In Them Ole Cotton Fields Back Home)

When I was a little bitty baby,
My daddy would work from morn to night,
Settin' type at the Dallas News downtown.
When the bills took all his check,
And no food left, what the heck,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

Chorus:
Well, Mom would fry it, bake it, dice it,
She knew sixty ways to slice it,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!
In macaroni or on the griddle,
Served up raw or fried up brittle,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

There was two pairs of shoes a year,
No more than that, they were too dear,
In those days so long ago.
Brown eggs instead of white,
No store-bought clothes that fit just right,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

Chorus

I never knew no wall-to-wall,
Black dial phone sittin' in the hall,
Grey Packard parked in the drive outside.
Collectin' bottles to sell for cash,
Buyin' potatoes for Mom to mash,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

Chorus

Never had no washer or dryer,
Momma worked hard, how it would tire her,
Hanging all those wet clothes on the line.
Knew all the neighbors by their name,
Being poor it weren't no shame,
Bring that big ole can of Spam home, Dad!

Chorus

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Troll
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:20 AM

Darn you Amos! Thats one of the songs I sing in our dance band. Now I'll never be able to sing it again without thinking of YOUR version. It's going to be very hard to keep from laughing.

troll

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Áine
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:25 AM

How romantic, Amos! Very nice, indeed!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:26 AM

Just imagine the audience naked, Troll..it'll keep ya a smolin' troll!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:29 AM

Áine:

That's a keeper, all right! Nice work!

I can see that old Packard full of Spam now.

Pure Dolly P, but with a curve or two of your own, so to speak. I like it!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Áine
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:33 AM

Thank you, Amos. Maybe why Miss Dolly's songs about her childhood are so popular is because they're true, just like my song.

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:36 AM

And you both turned out world-class, me duck. Absolutely world-class!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Micca
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 09:49 AM

i wrote this song last year and was thinking about sending it to the songbook but here is a golden opportunity too good to miss.NB Splot is a suburb of cardiff in Wales Triflre is a cold dessert madef rom jello and sponge and topped with cream or in this case custard.
Ghost Custard
by Micca

Tune- Ghost Riders in the sky
Its Saturday at tea time in a little house in Splot
Young Bert is in the bathroom preparing to go out
He's got a heavy date on tonight to go see
A film with Mavis Baxter who lives next-door but three.
Yipppy yie ay yippiy yie oh seduction in South Wales

He is seventeen, and randy and knows a thing or two
He knows that girls like clean clothes and smell and freshness too
So he has showered and shaved and aftershave splashed on
For randy Mavis Baxter who he'll seduce ere long.
Yipppy yie ay yippiy yie oh he's hoping to get laid

Now Bert he hasn't dressed yet he's standing in the nude
He's standing there admiring his parts that are so rude
He doesn't seem know or care, that there's a little flare
Of aftershave going southwards towards his pubic hair
Yipppy yie ay yippiy yie oh careless young Bert beware

At first a warm sensation spreads around his crutch
It's just a pleasant warming that doesn't count for much
It rises to horrendous pain like his part were all on fire
A burning sharp sensation like being brushed with strands of wire
Yipppy yie ay yippiy yie oh bert with his pubes on fire

He knows the house is empty so naked, near insane
He heads for kitchen fridge to try to ease the pain
And When he opens up the door then all he can see
Is the trifle made by mother for family Sunday tea
Yipppy yie ay yippiy yie oh cold trifle in South Wales

With the terrible sensation he's nearly lost his mind
And that there Sunday trifle is all that he can find
Its any port in a storm he thinks I don't want my gear busted
So the bowls out on the table and in he's plunged it in the custard
Yipppy yie ay yippiy yie o-oh relief is hard to find

As the pain slowly begins to fade he glances up to see
That in has walked his mother who is looking quizic'ly
She said "I've led a sheltered life and don't know much of men
But I never knew that, that was how you filled them up again"
Yipppy yie ay yippiy yie oh confusion in South Wales

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Áine
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 10:04 AM

Another award winner from our own dear, twisted Micca! Much more appropos than fruit pie! Pardon me while I wipe the tears from my eyes . . . you're a hoot, dear Micca!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 10:23 AM

Ick ick ick!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 10:34 AM

Yeeeeeehaaaa! A Fountain Pen theory of Pickle Rejuvenation! I love it, Micca!

Ce qui savent touts les hommes:
Il faut toujours remplir, remplir!
Mais pour les femmes, n'en disent rien;
Mieux que ce soit toujours mystere!

(Traduction d'l'apache:)

That which all men know:
You must always refill, refill!
But for the ladies, they say nothing about that;
Better it should remain a mystery!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Hyperabid
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 11:28 AM

To the tune of "song for the asking"

This is my cheese - for the melting Melt me and I will stay On your grill pan half your life

(Guitar bit)

Cornershop pizza - like the real thing Close your eyes - you're in Rome I wonder at my lack of friends

(Guitar bit)

Thinkin' it over I'm a bit sad Thinkin' it over I might be mad To eat this stuff - for my supper Ask me why I don't know My cholesterol is sky high

(Guitar bit fading to sounds of heart attack)

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: GUEST,Praiseatworkbutsoontobehomewheretherearecook
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 12:36 PM

Publisher's Clearinghouse says, "Open now, you may already be a wiener."

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: MMario
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 01:30 PM

wonnerful sduff peebul. I am todaly sduvved ub with dis cold and was lavving so hard I almosd chog-ed!

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 01:42 PM

Frankly, this thread is going to the dogs, he said chillily.

And we used to be so red hot!

We haven't even mustard enough weiners to keep us out of the dog house. And I have enough trouble filling my own roll, fending off krauts and tending to the sauerbratten around here! I don't think we'll ever ketchup. All because I let you talk me into going in for the ball game...(Sigh...)

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 01:43 PM

OK, I wrote a terrific song for this thread, but the computer locked up and I had to turn it off. My God, what a loss to mankind. Maybe I'll remember it and try to repost it, damn it.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 01:48 PM

LEJ, this is unacceptable!!! That's why people buy Macs! And also what CTRL+S is for! This is awful!! I refuse to be denied an LEJ original because of some damn WinDoze glitch! You recover that file!

A

And save early and often from now on.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: wysiwyg
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 02:27 PM

Well it had to become two songs. One is nearly done. This one's just half-baked. Remember you asked for it. personally I think a singing cookbook is a mistake not to be perpetrated, because if I take your stuff into my kitchen I will laugh so hard I'll puke.

Here's the first one. And I want to see results!

Tune: Built for Comfort

BUILT FOR FLAVOR
by Praise, in loving tribute to her man, Hardiman the Fiddler

Some folks do like this,
Some folks do like that.
But the way my man makes hot dogs
Is right where it's at--
Cause they're built for flavor, they ain't built for looks.
If you taste one you'll say, MAN! He really cooks!

First he cooks the dog,
In the regular way.
Then he slices up an onion--
Hey--"Normal!" you say?
But the job it ain't finished, and there's only one way.
If you add peanut butter, YOU can eat these all day.

Ya gotta kill the dog's salt,
And that's a hard thing to do.
In fact it's counter-intuitive baby,
I wouldn't think it would you?
They say it's better than mustard, but now that I don't know.
There's only so far darlin', THIS old girl can go.

See when he brung me that plate
It was dark in the room.
I had smelled it cookin' up and I hoped it'd be soon--
I was dyin' of hunger! And that ain't no lie.
I would eat what he brought, or, curl up an' die.

Now I know it sounds strange--
And I guess it is too!
But the first time that I tasted one, well I didn't reck-anize the goo,
So to me it was normal, just a natural thing.
And you never know, honey, JUST what a man will bring.

So when this girl tells the Mudcat
To make your hot dogs this way,
You should run right out and make you one,
The very same day.
I know you have the ingredients-- every good home do.
Nex' time I gives y'all a recipe, darlin's, DON'T wanna hear you say, "Eeeew!"

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: katlaughing
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 02:31 PM

Yes, LeeJ, save early and often, now, for your retirement, then you can rest on your laurels, have your cake and eat it, too, just recycling all those old postings!

Micca! What imagery!! And, what a "cool" mother! I am LMAOWROTF!!! I love it!!!

Montee, the Pasta Dog (tune of On Top of Spaghetti)

On top of my pasta
My dog has drooled
He cannot help it
It's his favourite food.

He'll wear a nice bib
And, sit like a prince
But if I don't hurry
He'll talk and I'll wince.

He swears like a trooper
Much worse than the kids
He'll cuss me out loudly
For he's got first dibs.

He won't eat it plain now
It has to have sauce
And, "shake cheese" parmesan
All over the top.

Then all clear is sounded
He moves in to "kill"
Gawd save man and critter
Who doesn't know the drill.

Oh, when he is finished
The bowl is licked clean
No incriminating evidence
Will ever be seen.

Now, if you see Montee
My Pasta Dog of yore
You'll know he's in heaven
Eating pasta galore!

RIP, Montee, who passed on just about a year ago and really was VERY vocal!

katlaughing

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 03:00 PM

You gals are really cooking! And on-call, at that! Does that make you call-cooks?

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: wysiwyg
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 03:04 PM

Oh God. Help me stop.



No pertickler tune. Somebody pick one that fits so I can do chords.

HOW THE SALTY DOG GOT THAT WAY
by Hardiman the Fiddler's "Best Wife"

Ever since he was a puppy
He has made the evening meal.
First his parents then his children,
Even parishioners. (They squeal.)
Just because he is a good man,
And always tries to do what's right,
You used to find him in the kitchen
Nearly every single night.

But when we two got married,
Even though he's the better cook,
I sat him down by my side one night,
And I said, "Now honey, look.
We have got to split our gender roles
Back to where they oughta be!
We are no longer single parents.
How 'bout if I cook and clean?

"And I'll be your daughter's mama,
You be your new step-son's pa.
While you visit the dead at the hospital,
I'll chauffeur to the mall."
(We'd both been real good parents,
Despite what our kids may say.
We just got tired of doing it all
In that single-parent way.)

He gradually learned to trust me
Not to dent his pots and pans.
I found I liked doing the laundry
And taking off the pants.
He started wearing mink to bed,
(Don't knock it, it's a thrill.)
I found that many things "I won't!"
Somehow became, "I will!"

But still the kids were cryin'
For some good old daddy food.
So every once in a great long while,
Why not? Gourmet is good.
Till came the night they told me
What (as campers) they had done:
They'd bring home leftover unopened Spam
And they didn't put it on a bun.

No, cooking lessons die too hard
Even when the cupboard is bare.
And when you're too damn tired to go to the store,
Spam, stir-fried, is pretty fair.
If you apply the lessons life has brought,
You know just what to do.
You make Thai stir fry (add peanut sauce),
Without a second thought.

After all, everything is eaten
In those places I can't spell.
And if Filipinos cruise for stray dogs
As our good friend Dio tells,
Why not use your best cooking skills
To make a Treet beyond compare?
A multitude of sins are covered
Which would otherwise lay bare.

Well now you know how our house is,
And I hope you understand.
We only stir-fry Spam occasionally,
But when we do, it's grand.
Now his latest enthusiasm
(Culinarially I mean),
Is Rogan Josh and Vindaloo
With beef. And always lean.

So if you get an invite
To drop in at Lake Champlain,
Around the spring of 20-ought-one,
You better not complain.
For if you leave the cooking
To Hardiman and Praise,
We promise there'll be more than Spam
Sitting at your place.

Cuz when we're really camping,
It's a normal sort of thing
To fire a dutch oven (or two) of duck,
Or any meat you bring.
Don't worry, dears, Spam's back home
Awaiting our return.
We'd never give such great stuff to YOU!
Besides, you'd get heartburn.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 03:49 PM

Dang, Praise, that is loverly! What a multi-talented package the Ol' Fiddler bought into!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Áine
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 03:58 PM

Wunnerful, Wunnerful, Wunnerful, dear Praise!! I think you'll be happy with the 'results'!

OK, guys, with the last installment from Praise there, we are at 19 songs for the Challenge! -- I'll leave this one open until Lonesome EJ either retypes his song in or rescues it from the hard drive . . . then, I'll post the awards and we'll move on to the next Challenge!

Thanks to everyone for your songs and the fun! You guys are the BEST - no doubt about it!!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 03:58 PM

Folks, I'm sitting here in the Art Media Center (Art Library) at ECU, and I SMELL HOTDOGS! Really! I don't know where it's coming from, but I am a HotDog Bloodhound, and can smell 'em from miles away--now who would be cooking HD's up here? Hmm...the metal shop's next door--maybe they're blow torching some? Then again maybe it's these computers--this room is like 30 degrees hotter than it is outside. Yikes--Macs put out more heat than anonymous posters! Mmmm...haven't had a hotdog in a while...

--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: wysiwyg
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 04:04 PM


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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 04:09 PM

Priase,

Um...about the ASCII art...are those eyebrows at the top, or C- cups>? Just so I know how to intepret the rest of it.

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 04:14 PM

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--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 04:17 PM

MBO, that looks like an integrated circuit board without the integrated!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 04:19 PM

WHOA! Picasso does ASCII! Yes!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: wysiwyg
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 04:25 PM

Amos. You know quite well I will not take responsibility for your interpretation. If you're going to call it ashcan art I can only pray for you, and I was doing that anyway. I am a pastor's wife after all and I have my dignity, I hope.

Nope... it seems to be missing....

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: MMario
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 04:30 PM

hmmmm......that reminds me of a little ditty by Brian Leo of "Molly and the Tinker" --- Does nayone besides me know "Virtue"?

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 04:53 PM

I expect "Virtue" is pretty well unknown in this hyar jungle, MM...why not introduce the concept?

Oh, Praise,

Thank you kindly for yourprayers...I am sure they are doing me a world of good. Just not sure which, but all in due course. I return you your dignity, madam, unharmed for its brief sojourn.

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: GUEST,LEJ
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 05:06 PM

Leftoverture

With Hunger was I overcome, until I had the Jitters
'Twas then I ventured to the Fridge, in search of Apple Fritters
Alas, a scamp had bested me (may some vile blackguard slap her)
The fritters all had been purloined, leaving naught but an empty wrapper!

A Sandwiche, thought I, might suffice- with Cheese, Bread and Baloney..
But woe, the Lunchmeat greenish was, the Cheddar stale and stoney!
I was beside myself by now, like Milli and Vanilli
When I found, beneath the Butter dish, a Half a Bowl of Chili!
My eyes were filled with grateful tears, a Prayer of Thanks I gave,
And, putting on a lid, I slid it in the microwave.

Oh Bowl of Chili! Chili Mine! Thou makest me warm and dreamy.
Nestled in thy stoneware bowl, so Spicy and so Steamy!
Let She who made Thee hear my Hymn, ringing out so tuneful,
For I shall sing thy praise sublime, until the Final Spoonful !

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 05:08 PM

LEJ Done it Again!!! Oyez, Oyez!! LOL!!

Subject: Lyr Add: VIRTUE (Brian Leo)
From: MMario
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 05:11 PM

okay - this is third person, becuase that's how I sing it - though Diane and Brian do it with Diane singing first person. and I know that Brian would prefer that you mention where you got it if at all possible when you sing it, as this is one that people are beginnning to consider "traditional" and it is his copyright.

VIRTUE (Brian Leo)

She's looked along the highways and she's looked among the trees
She's looked through every hither and yon, and blistered both her knees
She even went to chapel, and looked under every pew
But it's surely gone, bejesus, and she don't know what to do!

Won't somebody help her look for it?
She'll search until the dawn
for it seems she's lost her virtue
and she don't know where it's gone.

Her mother says a good girl keeps it tight between her thighs
But never-the-less it has no colour, shape, or even size.
She looked and looked for hours there, but it's nowhere to be found.
So it seems she must have dropped it, and it's somewhere here around


Won't somebody help her look for it?
She'll search until the dawn
for it seems she's lost her virtue
and she don't know where it's gone.

Her father says it's precious and to guard it with her life
to save it up and give it away to the man who'll call her wife
He says she mustn't sell it, thats a mortal sin they say
so that now that she has lost it, surely there'll be hell to pay!

Won't somebody help her look for it?
She'll search until the dawn
for it seems she's lost her virtue
and she don't know where it's gone.

Now darlin' tom the miller's son, her special friend is he,
he listened to her woeful tale, with heartfelt sympathy
he says he'll help her find it, if she'll meet him by the brook
for he has a special took, says he,
that knows just where to look!
Won't somebody help her look for it?
She'll search until the dawn
for it seems she's lost her virtue
and she don't know where it's gone.

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: GUEST,LEJ
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 05:11 PM

Alas, I hath blown the Second Stanza! Should have been

".... the Cheddar stale and stoney
Something hard and brown was found in a Tupperware container
This I discarded in the Sinke, where it hung up in the Drainer."

and hence on to "I was beside myself by now..."

LEJ

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 05:30 PM

LEJ, you're too good for words.

But let me say quickly and without offense that "hath" is 3rd person singular. First person is "have" even in Elizabethan. Or "ha'".

I love your rhymin' rhythms man. You scan bigtime.

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 05:50 PM

Thanks indeed. However, you hath your nerve correcting me.:)

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 05:54 PM

Hath I indeed. Then, since you choose to be shirty about it, I shall hathaway. ("Well, you won't Hathaway with me!", she replied shirtily, and cuffed him for his trouble right on the button. Just goes to show that a girl isn't always what she seams, no matter what the boy-os collar.)

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Mbo
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 06:26 PM

I don't need a bed of lettuce
Cause lettuce withers away
What I need is some onion seed
And someone with strong pots
And gentle pans
To bake me like a ham.


--Mbo

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Áine
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 06:48 PM

**************SONG CHALLENGE! WINNERS*****************

Read 'em and weep, y'all! Thanks to all the returning Challenge!rs and all you rookies -- You've managed to set a brandnew world record for the Mudcat SONG CHALLENGE! - 20 SONGS -- the most ever composed for a single challenge!! With no more adue, here are the awards:

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award:
Spam by Barky
This Is My Cheese by Hyperabid
You're Making Me Hungry!! by Callie

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Shamrock Cluster:
Built For Flavor by Praise
Food Of You by Amos
How The Salty Dog Got That Way by Hardiman the Fiddler's "Best Wife" (a/k/a Praise)
I Draw The Line by Troll
Montee, The Pasta Dog by katlaughing
My Hotdog Had Puppies by Mbo
Oh Bulgur! by Mbo
The Day My Ice Cream Fell by Jeri
Today The Chocolate Left Me Brown by Callie

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Harp Ribbon:
Ghost Custard by Micca
Leftoverture by Lonesome EJ

Winners of the Golden Cow Chip Award with Cleigh's Blue Fume Shield:
Mother Hubbard's Blues by McGrath of Harlow
Po' Food Blues by Praise
Sub-Chef Food Poisoning Blues by Amos
The SPAM Blues by Barky

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 07:55 PM

Wow!! I Finally got me a Blue Smoked Cow Chip! Yeeehaa!!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: Amos
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 07:55 PM

Wow!! I Finally got me a Blue Smoked Cow Chip! Yeeehaa!!

A

Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! Part 9
From: wysiwyg
Date: 22 Feb 00 - 08:51 PM

Wow!! I Finally got me a Blue Smoked Cow Chip! Yeeehaa!!