Flexible in Alphabet - Haaris Mccall

This is my alphabet Because time goes on, and things are changing in my world Here is a new alphabet for the children of my generation. Of course, all this words have a meaning for me But all the generations might find a different mood to their world. My alphabet goes like this: A stand for anything and B for bionic and Bach C stands for claustrophobia and D for dirty old men E stands for everyone, F is full-frontal and friends G of course stands for getting a divorce, H now stands for hijacking And, I for a king size ego, J now stands for jukebox and junkies K is for those who kiss and tell and leading lady starts with L Naturally, M is for me, N is for never again O is for that famous stOry, huum and P for pain, poverty Q stands for quality, which is better than quantity R stands for rock and roll, S is sexy and sad, T drives them totally mad And U for everything to me, V stands for little voodoo W for where and When, X sounds extremely mysterious Y is the question I keep asking Z for the zero you will get, if you don't learn my alphabet.

(C.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) Bill fries says that this is based on a true story from the late '60s, when a band of hippies rolled into telluride and decided to stay. One day about four or five years ago We is settin' at the conoco station Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies, And discussin' the state of the union When right out in front of the baptist church Come a big ol' purple school bus Had astrological signs upon it And thirty-five hippies and dogs inside About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn And them dogs commenced on the fireplug Rest of 'em set there starin' at us And I says, roy, go get your flit gun He says, which is the hippies? and which is the dogs? I says, beats the hell outta me, roy. What they was, was a bunch a' them crispy critters And their leader was a space cadet He says, sagittarius, we has arrived. Prepare to disembark, men. Get the incense goin' and the sitar out We gonna camp in the city park, man. I says, boys, let me explain the situation to ya. A: you're gettin' me down And b: we got us a leash law here And c: you in the wrong town. You drop one string a' beads in that there park And you gonna see a whole lotta stars. You got fifteen seconds to get out of town, boys, Or we gonna blow ya ta mars. Well, they all got back in the purple bus And proceeded to the city limits. Then the telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool Says a mess a' wild critters was in it! So we all got in the marshal's plymouth (Which is always at the conoco station) Went flashin' on down to the swimmin' pool To give them critters a citation By the time we arrived, it was too damn late Them critters is all had their pants down Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse apart, And they's after the fish in the fish pond! I says, roy, you get the one in the silver t-shirt And I'll get the rest with a net. We gonna have a jail full a' naked crispy critters And a drip-dry space cadet. [You've watched the dukes of hazzard, haven't you? c'mon, admit it; nobody's looking. well, at this point in the song there's a short interlude which resembles a car chase on dukes. there's banj Kin' and yee-hawin' and a general sense of raucous abandon. oh, yeah, and a few dog barks. it's round-up time at the swimmin' pool.] Well, we gave 'em hell, but we lost the war 'Cause them critters outnumbered us So they moved in and set up camp And they lived in that purple school bus Six weeks later, there was nothin' in town But eighty-four dogs and a head shop Sellin' dried up weeds, and sunflower seeds, And astrological postcards Yeah, critters took over the city council And the dogs all barked their brains out And the whole damn town was crispy critters And the mayor was a space cadet

(C.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) Me an' rj an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them u-drive-'em army jeep cars which we rented from a fella by the name of kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy you Along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint of blood for a dee-posit. And he 'splained it all to us how we was supposed to get to telluride, which is fifty miles away by way of the regular highway, however, there was a shortcut but unless we had drove the black be Ad before, we'd better be off to stay, stay in bed and sleep late. (pay no attention to the gitar there.) Well, we took up off'n the highway and we come upon a sign says black bear road. you don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but it helps. I says, rj, this must the shortcut Kubozke was talkin' about. she didn't pay no mind, 'cause she was makin' peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the back seat throwin' rocks and drinkin' kool-aid and playin' count-the- Se-plates. but they wasn't havin' too much fun a-countin' license plate or cars, 'cause there weren't no other cars. We went about a mile-and-a-half in about four hours, busted off the right front fender, tore a hole in the oil pan on a rock as big as a hall closet. went over a bump and spilt the kool-aid and Ene stuck his bolo knife right through the convertible top and the dog threw up all over the back seat. peanut butter don't agree with him, you see. So we had to stop and take off the top and air everything out and clean it up. the dog run off and rj says she felt her asthma comin' on. I was sittin' there wonderin' what to do when the en-tir Nic san joo-wan u-drive-'em army jeep car sank in the mud. at thirteen thousand feet above sea level. Well, we shoveled it out and ate our lunch, the dog made a yellow hole in the snow and roy gene got out his instamatic and took a snapshot of it. mary elizabeth drawed a picture of the road; it D like a whole bunch a' zs and ws all strung together. and rj took one look at it and said that the only way that jeep car is goin' down that road is over her dead body. then a rock slipped out Under the wheel and the u-drive-'em army jeep car went right over the edge of the cliff. yahoo-oo-oo-oo! Doggone-it, roy gene! how many times do I have to 'splain it to you? when I tell you to put a rock under the wheel, I mean rock! now look at that, what you have there is no bigger'n a grap T.

She was born one mornin' on a san juan summer Back in eighteen and eighty and one She was a beautiful daughter of the d and r g And she weighed about a thousand ton Well, it's a-forty-five mile through the animas canyon So they set her on the narra gauge She drank a whole lot a' water And she ate a lot of coal And they called her the silverton (silverton train) [Chorus] Here comes the silverton, up from durango Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon See the smoke and hear the whistle blow Well, now listen to the whistle in the rock wood cut On the high line to silverton town And you're gonna get a shiver When you check out the river Which is four hundred feet straight down Take on some water at the needleton tank And then a-struggle up a two-five grade And by the time you get your hide Past the snowshed slide You've had a ride on the silverton (silverton train) [Chorus] Here comes the silverton, up from durango Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon See the smoke and hear the whistle blow [Musical interlude here. nice violins, and the kettle drums boom well.] [Chorus] Here comes the silverton, up from durango Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon See the smoke and hear the whistle blow [If the next line seems a bit familiar, you're correct. chug-chug, toot-toot, off we go.] Now, down by the station, early in the mornin' There's a whole lot a' people in line And they all got a ticket On the train to yesterday And it's a-gonna leave on time Well, it's a forty-five mile up the animas canyon So they run her on the narra gauge She takes a whole lot a' water And she needs a lot of coal And they call her the silverton (silverton train) [Chorus] Here comes the silverton, up from durango Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon See the smoke and hear the whistle blow [Fade out] Here comes the silverton, up from durango Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon See the smoke and hear the whistle blow Here comes the silverton, up from durango Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon See the smoke and hear the whistle blow