Part I
Oh, no, what we gonna do
The king likes Daniel more than me and you
Oh, no, what we gonna do
We've gotta get him outa here
{Repeat throughout}
Part II (after a few repetitions of Part I)
We could throw him in the dungeon
We could let him rot in jail
We could drag him to the ocean
Have him eaten by a whale
{Repeat throughout}
We could throw him in the Tigris
Let him float awhile
Then we'll all sit back and watch him meet
A hungry crocodile
We could put him on a camel's back
And send him off to Ur
With a cowboy hat without a brim
A boot without a spur
We could give him jelly doughnuts
Take them all away
Or we could fill his ears with cheese balls
And his nostrils with sorbet
We could use him as a footstool
Or a table to play Scrabble on
Then tie him up and beat him up
And throw him out of Babylon
Or! [whisper, whisper, whisper]
I like it!
It's sneaky!
And it just - might - work
We could use him as a footstool
Or a table to play Scrabble on
Then tie him up and beat him up
And throw him out of Babylon
I want these comments more closely associated with my posting of the song*:
What's the tune?
ron | Homepage | 03.23.07 - 10:33 pm | #
I was afraid somebody would ask that. Jazzy showtune is the closest I can get you. You've probably sung songs like it, Ron.
Did I not put a link to it?
I'll fix that.
[Here you go... I'll be darned! It was their first one! I had no idea! Where's God When I'm Scared. That's one heckuva first effort!]
I told Rosie and Liina that it's one of the greatest musical compositions ever.
It's got everything I like, anyway.
Old Whig | Homepage | 03.23.07 - 11:50 pm | #
All that talk about Thoreau got me called on the carpet at the Bourgeois Philistines' Union. This'll get me back in good stead.
*I mentioned in here somewhere, my fondness for the dialectical development of ideas.
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