From: hippo
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] Yet Another CCDE filk
Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 07:41:47 +0100
Following a discussion on the wonderfully surreal world of lspace irc the other evening, a certain (#)afper was wondering about directions to the clarecraft event. As all those fortunate enough to be going start thinking about travel arrangements the following came to mind.
Of course, as always, any resemblance between characters in the following and any real people be they alive, dead or,. indeed ircing ;-) is *entirely* coincidental.
(TTO Convoy by Bill Fries and Chip Davies)
Uh, Breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You got a copy on me Lone Cat? C'mon
Uh, yeah 10-4 Lone Cat, fer sure, fer sure
By golly it's clean clear to Woolpit, C'mon
Uh, yeah, that's a big 10-4, Lone Cat
Yeah, we definately got us the big barn good buddy
Mercy sakes alive, Looks we got us a convoy
Was the talk of the pune, past the month of June
In a chatroom, readin' logs
Graduate Pete with a query on
And a Sandra geekin' clogs
We'as plannin' for lifts on A One Four
Bout a mile outta Cambridge town
I sez Lone Cat, this here's the Rubber Duck
An' I'm about to put the ANNOUNCE on down.
<chorus>
Cause we gotta little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, down that broad highway
Convoy... Convoy...
Uh, breaker Lone Cat, this here's The Duck
Uh, you wanna back of them clogs
10-4, bout five mile or so, 10-roger
Them clogs is puttin up tents up here
By the time we got in to Bury Town
We had eighty-five tents in all
But theres a camp site up past the clover leaf
An them fans 'as wall to wall
Then Discworld geeks as think as bugs on a bumper
They even had a hog-in-the-air
I sez callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck
We about to go a campin' here
<chorus>
Uh you wanne give me a 10-9 on that Lone Cat?
Uh, negatory Lone Cat, yer still too close
Yeah, them clogs is startin' close up my sinuses
Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten
Well we rolled up trunk road A fourteen
Like a rocket sled on rails
We read up all of our filking sheets
And printed off all of our tales
Them fans was a gittin smart
They'd brought up some entertainments
From the Convention Old Fart Guard
There 'as fluffy toys, and chocs and sweets
An' tents of every size
Yeah them chicken coops 'as full of fans
As soakers filled the skies
Well we shot the line an we went for broke
With a thousand thespian' 'phants
And eleven long-haired fans of Tom Holt
With earwigs and some ants
Hey, Mega Mole, listen
You wanna put that minibus in behind the suicide jockey ?
Yeah, she's haulin eary-wigs
She needs all the help she can git
Well we put up tents for the Jersey folk
An' prepared to view the line
I could see them stalls 'as lined with fans
But I didn't have a doggone dime
We just ain't gonna flame no troll
So we bought that plate, made in ninety-eight
I sez, let them afpers roll, 10-4
Cause we gotta little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, down that broad highway
Convoy... Convoy...
Uh, 10-4 Lone Cat, what's yer 20
Cambridgeshy-er !
well they ought to know what do do with them clogs out there for sure
Well mercy sakes alive good buddy
We gonna back on outta here
So keep the bugs off yer glass
An' the fans off yer... tail
We gonna catch ya on the flip-flop
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side
We gone
Bye, Bye...
hiippo
(who, if he goes, is catching the *train* <g>)
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