Songs (Pt. 3) from rec.scouting
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Sat, 24 Oct 1992 16:09:53 -0400
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Danny Schwendener)
Subject: Re: more songs
Date: Wed, 21 Oct 1992 23:21:40 GMT
Streets of London
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride hand held loosely by his side
yesterday papers telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely
and say for you that the sun don't shine
let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London,
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talkin' she just keeps on walkin',
carrying her home in two carrier bags.
In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
same old man sitting there on his own,
looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup
and each tea lasts an hour and wanders home alone.
Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission,
memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears?
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity
for one more forgotten hero and a world that diesn't care.
From: email@example.com (Bill Hunter)
Subject: More songs
Date: Thu, 22 Oct 1992 17:41:00 GMT
We break the boys up between the younger and older. The oldest boys
sing the ba,ba,ba, boom with deep voices.
On a pad in a forest green
Crazy Herman was surveying the scene
Saw a farmer truck'n by, a rapping at his door.
Like help, like help me please
These's a farmer go'n to exterminate me
Hey man don't scream and shout
Come in and we'll hang out
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City