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The T-shirt Song
(“Day-o”)
T-shirt,
t-e-e-shirt
Friday come an' we wan' wear shirts,
T, we say t, we say t, we say t, we say t, we say t, w say t-e-e-
shirt
Friday come and we wan' wear shirts
Work all day on a
Weight Watcher lunch
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
Mark de run ons while de back goes hunch
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
Come, see Ms.
Dep't. Sec. tally up de money
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
Come, see Ms. Dep't. Sec. tally up de money
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
It's six frag,
seven frag, eight frag, CRUNCH!
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
It's six frag, seven frag, eight frag, CRUNCH!
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
T, we say
t-e-e-shirt
(Friday come an' we wan' wear shirts)
T, we say t, we say t, we say t,
We say t, we say t,
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
A beautiful bunch
a Rhet'ric Rangers
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
Make de contributions to de kids' book fund
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
It's six, frag,
seven frag, eight frag, CRUNCH!
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
It's six, frag, seven frag, eight frag, CRUNCH!
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
T, we say
t-e-e-shirt
(Friday come an' we wan' wear shirts)
T, we say t, we say t, we say t,
We say t, we say t,
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
Come, see Ms.
Dep't. Sec. tally up de money
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
Come, see Ms. Dep't. Sec. tally up de money
(Friday come and we wan' wear shirts)
T-shirt,
t-e-e-shirt
Friday come an' we wan' wear shirts,
T, we say t, we say t, we say t, we say t, we say t, w say t-e-e-
shirt
Friday come and we wan' wear shirts... |
On First Dressing up
in the Department's Honor
Oft have I
dress'd in mere shirts, quite old
And many goodly men and maidens seen;
Through many meetings I have sat
Which bureaucrats in fealty to paperwok hold.
Yet, of one great
quotation had I been told
That stern-badg'd Rangers claimed as their device;
Yet never did I grasp its perfect note
Till I beheld the masss'd shirts of the English fold:
Then I felt the
same lump within my throat
As when a new NCA diktat swims onto my screen;
Or, like winning teachers Char and Jane, when with eagle eyes
They first stared at Mr. Haas— and all the strangeness of his words
"To compose is to Live!" — left them
Silent, on the south side of 05.
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