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| lyrics this neo-traditional irish drinking song is the product of a liquor soaked evening with jace. The Ballad of Shorty McGee Shorty McGee had a crowd at his funeral No one was cryin' or sayin' goodbye And if you're not familiar I promise that ye Will learn all about Shorty McGee Shorty McGee was the runt of the litter Shorty was sweet, but shit, was he bitter Now, ye might consider a midget a freak And hell, so did Shorty McGee But Squinty McGinty, not quite so discerning Thought Shorty was simply the cream of the crop The blind ticket-taker had made up her mind To get hitched to her midget under the big top The nuptials were brief, soon the chaos commenced and Squinty just blushed as the circus folk danced To the rowdy melody of the calliope And hell, so did Shorty McGee But sure, soon enough the union turned bleak Squinty learned quick to swallow her misery As Shorty kept harping on his short physique Ranting all day, he wallowed in midgetry So Squinty left town on the next outbound train With Laddie McBeardy (a curious name) Fooled by the whiskers, Squinty had been deceived And hell, so was Shorty McGee Shorty took leave with a last mournful glance At the tent, now empty of all its romance He ran to the elephants, jumped in the pen Struck up a jig, and the stompin' began And hell, there went Shorty McGee Shorty McGee had a crowd at his funeral No one was cryin' or sayin' goodbye They just danced to the sweet lilting of the calliope And somewhere, so did Shorty McGee another collaboration with jace, this one a bit more sober. already there how many nights did we drive down til we found the long edge of dawn how many cornfields passed us by until you finally caught on to the fact that you forgot our destination til you noticed we were already there you never stopped along the wayside like a drive-by you drove by too late to navigate the fear i couldn't stand your driving you've always been too slow at getting us where we both wanted to go how could i not see the road signs before we were too far along how many times did i tell you to get off before you finally caught on to the fact that you forgot our destination til you noticed we were already there you never stopped along the wayside like a drive-by you drove by too late to navigate the fear the fences were standing attending the evening and i couldn't tell them i was probably leaving the silos grew silent the gravel was screaming with you lit in the rearview you were lost and you were missing the meaning you saw the phone lines smile while i just watched the windmills wave me on how many times did i give you that look before you finally caught on to the fact that you forgot our destination til you noticed we were already there you never stopped along the wayside like a drive-by you drove by too late to navigate the fear i couldn't stand your driving you've always been too slow at getting us where we both wanted to go i couldn't stand your driving you always were too slow at getting us where we both wanted to go |
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| bruce the bard |
| with swift and nimble fingers i ply my trade... |
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