STANKY the Song

From: ljduchez@en.com (Lou Duchez)

STANKY

Sacred sacred scribe
Pen the mighty word of Dobbs
Pass on better paying jobs
With hands all bent and gnarled from Connie's wrath Bobbies in your path
Off'ring you their piggybanks
Smoth'ring you within their ranks
As SubSite crashes and your hard drive blows

Now I understand
What you tried to sell to me
How you suffered Philo needlessly
And how you struggled with Nheeghee
They would not purchase, they did not know why Come X-Day they will fry

Sacred sacred scribe
Get insulted on alt.slack
Bill collectors coming back
You wonder where that thirty dollars went Packing up the tent
Preach devivals on the road
Chased by rednecks - can't reload
While Jesus fornicates a local girl

Now I understand
What you tried to sell to me
How you suffered Philo needlessly
And how you struggled with Nheeghee
They would not purchase, they did not know why Come X-Day they will fry

For "Bob" did not love you
But still your faith was strong
And when numbers did not jibe
For that sacred sacred scribe
You took the fall as "Bob" fled to Hong Kong But I could have told you Stanky
You should have got a real position, then you'd get along

Sacred sacred scribe
Empty P.O. Box awaits
Stangettes stare at empty plates
With eyes that must avert dad's bumpless gaze Play that "Purple Haze"
Goof off while the wife's at work
Neighbors all think you're a jerk
But envy you that now you work for "Bob"

Now I think I know
What you tried to sell to me
How you suffered Philo needlessly
And how you struggled with Nheeghee
They would not purchase, they're not buying still Come X-Day, fry they will

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