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Montana Mouse - Nov 11, 2005 10:46 am (#20 of 65) 

I never signed up to be an Internet movie star.

        Ol' Greek Chorus   

        Based on "Old Man River"         Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II and the Skewer and Roast Tribe         Music by Jerome Kern         From Showboat (1927) and Cafe Utne (1998)

Dere's an ol' site called de Café Utne   Dat's de ol' site where I long to be!   What do I care if de world's got troubles?   What do I care if de Web ain't free? 

Ol' man Utne,   Dat ol' man Utne   He mus' know sumpin'   But don't say nuthin',   He jes' keeps rollin'   He keeps on strollin' along. 

He don' plant cool beans,   He don't plant flames,   An' dem dat plants 'em   Is soon ashamed,   But ol' man Utne,   He jes keeps rollin' along. 

You an' me, we sweat an' strain,   Brain all achin' an' racked wid pain,   Post dat note!   Write dat mail!   Git a little funky   An' the place gets frail. 

Ah gits weary   Mah eyes gits bleary   Ah'm tired of postin'   An' skeered of roastin',   But ol' man Utne,   He jes'keeps rollin' along. 

Lotta folks work on dere postings,   Lotta folks work while de other folks play,   Writin' dose posts from de dawn to sunset,   Gittin' no rest till de judgment day. 

               Don't look up                   An' don't look down,                   You don' dast make                   De mushroom boss frown.                   Bend your fingers                   An' bow your head,                   An' post dat note                   Despite your dread. 

Let me go 'way from de blather   Let me go 'way from de mushroom boss;   Show me dat water called Jordan,   Dat's de ol' water dat I long to toss. 

               Ol' Greek Chorus,                   Dat ol' Greek Chorus,                   It mus' know sumpin'                   But don't say nuthin'                   It jes' keeps singin                   It keeps on singin' along. 

Long ol' topic forever keeps rollin' on... 

               He don' plant cool beans,                   He don' plant nuttin,                   An' dem dat spams 'em                   Is soon forgotten,                   But ol' man Blather,                   He jes' keeps rollin' along. 

Long ol' Kai keeps hearing dat tale.   You an' me, we sweat an' strain,   Brain all achin' an' racked wid pain.   Post dat note!   Answer dat mail!   Git a little punk   An' your wit goes stale. 

Ah, gits weary   Mah eyes gits bleary   Ah'm tired of hostin'   An' skeered of roastin',   But ol' man Moulton,   He jes' keeps postin along! 

 The Eye of Horus,     The Silent Chorus,     He don' plant comments,     He don' spread toxins,     But dem dat mocks 'em     Will not outfox 'em     Cuz Ol' Chief Martin,     He jes' keeps fartin' along. 

 Kai gits weary     His eyes gits bleary     He's tired of hostin'     An' skeered of roastin',     But ol' Greek Chorus,     That rolling torus,     He jes' keeps coastin' along! 

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