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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