(Tune:
Vertigo)
You
know! Those! Taste! Like horse meat!
The
lights go out at ten
You
find that you have nothing to do then
You
drive to Fellows lake, the gate is locked, and so you hop
it
Coming
back you find your car is blocked by a sherriff
Oh,
no, Oh, no, we're in a place called
Too
many restaurants but no place to go
Would
you please give me something I can do
The
old folks drive
so slow
Whenever
you are going to
Bass
pro
The
stoplights take so long
you
want to scream
You
stop and fill your
face at
Andy's with ice cream
Only
one skyscraper
Walmarts
every corner
Insane
double turn lanes
Thousand
used car lots
Airlines
over priced
Zoning
worse than
Twenty
thousand students
Chinese
restaurants
Oh,
no, Oh, no, we're in a place called
Too
many restaurants but no place to go
Would
you please give me something I can do
Outdated,
have no fun, berated
All
of this, all of this, all of this
On
the buffet
All
of this all of this
They
take what they want
Everyone's
fat
Oh,
no, Oh, no, we're in a place called
Too
many restaurants but no place to go
Would
you please give me something I can do
But
not in
But
not in
What
to do?
No
no no no no
no
No
no no no no
no
Idea
Spring 2006
Finished May 10, 2006 with some help from my
Sophomore Seminar students. (The
Lyrics
by Bill Griffin
Lyrics
Copyright 2006 Bill Griffin