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Frederic's Rawhide Calypso
Rawhide! Raw-aw-aw-hide! Keep them doggies movin raw-aw-hide!
Rawhide! Raw-aw-aw-hide! Keep them doggies movin raw-aw-hide!
Though the streams are swollen Keep them doggies rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin Raw-aw-hide!
Rain and wind and weather Hell bent for leather
Wishing my girl was By my side
All the things I'm missin Good victuals, love and kissin
Are waiting at the end Of my ride
Move em on (head em up) Head em up (move em up)
Move em on (head em up) Raw-aw-hide
Cut em out (ride em in) Ride em in (cut em out)
Cut em out (ride em in) Raw-aw-hide
Keep movin' movin' movin' Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin' Raw-aw-hide
Don't try to understand them Just rope-em, pull and brand them
Soo-oon we'll be living High and wide
My hearts calculating My true love will be waiting
Be waiting at the end Of my ride
Move em on (head em up) Head em up (move em up)
Move em on (head em up) Raw-aw-hide
Cut em out (ride em in) Ride em in (cut em out)
Cut em out (ride em in) Raw-aw-hide (Yah!)
Rawhide! Is a raw-aw-awhide
Rollin rollin rollin raw-aw-hide
Raw! Is a raw is a raw is a raw is a raw is a raw-aw-hide!
Rollin rollin Yah! Raw-aw-hide
Move em on (head em up) Head em up (move em up)
Move em on (head em up) Raw-aw-hide
Cut em out (ride em in) Ride em in (cut em out)
Cut em out (ride em in) Raw-aw-hide
Rawhide! Is a raw-aw-awhide
Rollin rollin rollin raw-aw-hide
Raw! Is a raw is a raw is a raw is a raw is a raw-aw-hide!
Keep them doggies movin Raw-aw-hide
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What's this?! A filk from the Bard Elder?!!...
Sung to the tune, "Margaritaville"
Makin' my moo sound, filin' my hooves down
All day long I do nothin' but chew.
I've been a-grazin' on what they've been raisin';
They call it grass, but I'm not so sure.
Gimme the Gonja man, this must be Paradise
My cud never tasted this good back home
Some cows claim that all this grass isn't plain
But who cares? I may never go home.
I just felt like dancin', so I started prancin',
Knockin' down Tiki torches at will.
Now the field is on fire, and I'm higher and higher,
Smells like heaven, but it's hotter than hell.
Gimme the Gonja man, this must be Paradise
My cud never tasted this good back home
Some cows claim that all this grass isn't plain
But who cares? I may never go home.
Some cows claim that this grass just ain't plain,
But, who cares? this is my new home
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Eabha & Maren present
a series of Haikus on the theme...
#1 Cow in paradise
Finds hot steer and tequila
Calf is on the way.
#2 Cow in the tropics
Dances for the moo-n goddess
Wakes up a kabob.
#3 Cow on the islands
Sunbathes on the sandy beach
Falls in love with a pig
#4 Cow jumps over moon
Hand in hand with pig-love
Uh oh - pig's now Spam.
#5 White cow loves black cow
Ooh, baby jungle fever
What a bunch of shit!
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Beathog enters an original tune...
Old Parlan's boys went to drive a prey
Under a moonlit sky
They came home the morn to Bard Domhnall's loch
With a guid few of Buchanon's kye
Aye, a guid few of Buchanon's kye
The Highland coo were in grand fettle that day
As they entered in twa in a row
Now at home in the glen under tropical sun
And a heated watering hole
Aye, a heated watering hole
An old shaggy bull stepped up to the bar
Mindful to go on a bash
When he spotted a Bess just departing her bath
He was smitten with love in a crack
He was smitten with love in a crack
Her legs, they were short, and her horns, they were long
And her eyes, hid by long, wavy hair
The tips of her udders peeked from under her pelt
It was all he could do to not stare
Sure, 'twas all he could do to not stare
Bovine Goddess of Love, have I seen you before?
What's your name? Where's your herd? What's your sign?
I am warmheart-ed Taurus, I am patient, I'm strong
To the milcher, he said, stay awhile
I'm in love with you! Please stay ahile!
Me carlin at home, she tells me I'm fey
And I've made her milk go on the turn
She's aye at me when I tak the gate
And mair when I'm headin' home.
Aye,and mair when I'm headin' home
Gae wa, auld Taurus, the young Bess said
You know well you should look for your wife
And I know, just as well, that you say that to all
The young cows you meet in Paradise!
Aye, to the cows you meet in Paradise!
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"...Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm 64?"
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