From: "Joy Green" <ladymuck@irrelevance.freeserve.co.uk>
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] Yet *another* filk
Date: Wed, 3 Nov 1999 13:39:11 +1300

Yes, I know, I have *way* too much time on my hands, but what do you
expect a girl to do when she's got no paid work on and can't get a
reliable connection to IRC?

Vetinari's Musings
Tune: Waterloo Sunset.

Dirty old river, smelling like Hades
Trudging into the night
Watch not patrolling, aimlessly strolling
Thieves fade away like light
But I don't feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Ankh-Morpork sunset
I am in paradise
(Sha-la-la)
Every day I look at my town from my palace
(Sha-la-la)
Chilly, chilly it's evening time Ankh-Morpork sunset's fine
(Ankh-Morpork sunset's fine)
There's old Throat Dibbler, plying his trade up
And down in Sator Square
Hawking his dreams of wonders and riches
To fools who do not care
But he can't help but hope
As long as he looks on Ankh-Morpork sunset
He is in paradise
(Sha-la-la)
Every day I look at my town from my palace
(Sha-la-la)
Chilly, chilly it's evening time Ankh-Morpork sunset's fine
(Ankh-Morpork sunset's fine)
Millions of people swarming like bees and
Living their city lives
All runs like clockwork, endlessly ticking
And I feel gratified
For I know, it's my place
As long as I gaze on Ankh-Morpork sunset
I am in paradise
(Ankh-Morpork sunset's fine, Ankh-Morpork sunset's fine)