Well now it's time to say goodbye to Jay and all his Goats.
| March 03, 2022 05:26PM |
I wrote this 20 years ago.
THE BALLAD OF JAYBAWB
Come 'n listen to my story 'bout a man named Jay,
Amateur 'puter geek who dreamed of running away.
An' then one day, while he was hallucinatin',
He had an idear to stop an awful sin.
Mismanagement that is! Ignoramuses! Evildoers!
Well, the first thing ya know, the answer does appear.
His wife said, "Jay, move away from here."
Said the village of Chama is the place y'oughta go,
So he loaded up the truck, and moved to N'Mexico.
Steam that is! Passenger trains, Belchin' locomotives!
Ol' Jay found a web site. The Dead Goat Saloon
He had all the other founders throwed out by noon,
Lotsa folks objected, but Jaybawb let them know,
That he was payin' the costs with his own dough
Advertisements, that is! Train Cams, other's intellec'shul proppity!
Jay then commenc'd to act like he ran the whole road,
Officers were micromanaging, he screamed & bellowed,
He even went so far as to make some ugly smears,
But Jay just was prob'ly drankin' too many beers.
At Foster's that is! Corona, Negra Modelo!
Well now it's time to say goodbye to Jay and all his Goats.
An' we invite ya nice folks ta take off your coats.
You're all invited back again to this locality,
T'have a heapin' helpin' of Frad's hospitality.
Manglish, that is! No censorship, free speach!
Jes' check your guns first, y'hear!?
(Thanks to Paul Henning and Flatt & Scrugs)
RIP. You were a hoot!
THE BALLAD OF JAYBAWB
Come 'n listen to my story 'bout a man named Jay,
Amateur 'puter geek who dreamed of running away.
An' then one day, while he was hallucinatin',
He had an idear to stop an awful sin.
Mismanagement that is! Ignoramuses! Evildoers!
Well, the first thing ya know, the answer does appear.
His wife said, "Jay, move away from here."
Said the village of Chama is the place y'oughta go,
So he loaded up the truck, and moved to N'Mexico.
Steam that is! Passenger trains, Belchin' locomotives!
Ol' Jay found a web site. The Dead Goat Saloon
He had all the other founders throwed out by noon,
Lotsa folks objected, but Jaybawb let them know,
That he was payin' the costs with his own dough
Advertisements, that is! Train Cams, other's intellec'shul proppity!
Jay then commenc'd to act like he ran the whole road,
Officers were micromanaging, he screamed & bellowed,
He even went so far as to make some ugly smears,
But Jay just was prob'ly drankin' too many beers.
At Foster's that is! Corona, Negra Modelo!
Well now it's time to say goodbye to Jay and all his Goats.
An' we invite ya nice folks ta take off your coats.
You're all invited back again to this locality,
T'have a heapin' helpin' of Frad's hospitality.
Manglish, that is! No censorship, free speach!
Jes' check your guns first, y'hear!?
(Thanks to Paul Henning and Flatt & Scrugs)
RIP. You were a hoot!
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