Talking Fuel

Lyrics © 1985 Stephen Savitzky & Cynthia McQuillan. All rights reserved.
Music: Talking Blues (traditional arr. Savitzky)

I was picking my guitar one night
And I got quite confused
When I found that half the songs I know
Work as a talking blues.
Remember good old Greensleeves,
And darling Clementine?
It doesn't take a bit of work
To make them scan just fine.
     For example,
     Here's one you might recognize...
A hundred parsecs out
On a ship called Borman's Fate,
The engineer, McClellan
Sent the word down to the mate.
Our engine's growing cold, he said,
And soon our ship will die
If we can't find a planet
With fuel to feed the drive.
     See what I mean?
Now Cindy probably doesn't mind--
I think she'd be amused
To hear her ``Fuel to Feed the Drive''
Done as a talking blues.
I'm not the one with problems,
But if Frank Hayes hears this song,
He might try ``God Lives on Terra''
And he might not live too long.
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