From: hippo Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Subject: [I] Yet Another CCDE filk Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 07:41:47 +0100 Following a discussion on the wonderfully surreal world of lspace irc the other evening, a certain (#)afper was wondering about directions to the clarecraft event. As all those fortunate enough to be going start thinking about travel arrangements the following came to mind. Of course, as always, any resemblance between characters in the following and any real people be they alive, dead or,. indeed ircing ;-) is *entirely* coincidental. (TTO Convoy by Bill Fries and Chip Davies) Uh, Breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck You got a copy on me Lone Cat? C'mon Uh, yeah 10-4 Lone Cat, fer sure, fer sure By golly it's clean clear to Woolpit, C'mon Uh, yeah, that's a big 10-4, Lone Cat Yeah, we definately got us the big barn good buddy Mercy sakes alive, Looks we got us a convoy Was the talk of the pune, past the month of June In a chatroom, readin' logs Graduate Pete with a query on And a Sandra geekin' clogs We'as plannin' for lifts on A One Four Bout a mile outta Cambridge town I sez Lone Cat, this here's the Rubber Duck An' I'm about to put the ANNOUNCE on down. Cause we gotta little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, down that broad highway Convoy... Convoy... Uh, breaker Lone Cat, this here's The Duck Uh, you wanna back of them clogs 10-4, bout five mile or so, 10-roger Them clogs is puttin up tents up here By the time we got in to Bury Town We had eighty-five tents in all But theres a camp site up past the clover leaf An them fans 'as wall to wall Then Discworld geeks as think as bugs on a bumper They even had a hog-in-the-air I sez callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck We about to go a campin' here Uh you wanne give me a 10-9 on that Lone Cat? Uh, negatory Lone Cat, yer still too close Yeah, them clogs is startin' close up my sinuses Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten Well we rolled up trunk road A fourteen Like a rocket sled on rails We read up all of our filking sheets And printed off all of our tales Them fans was a gittin smart They'd brought up some entertainments From the Convention Old Fart Guard There 'as fluffy toys, and chocs and sweets An' tents of every size Yeah them chicken coops 'as full of fans As soakers filled the skies Well we shot the line an we went for broke With a thousand thespian' 'phants And eleven long-haired fans of Tom Holt With earwigs and some ants Hey, Mega Mole, listen You wanna put that minibus in behind the suicide jockey ? Yeah, she's haulin eary-wigs She needs all the help she can git Well we put up tents for the Jersey folk An' prepared to view the line I could see them stalls 'as lined with fans But I didn't have a doggone dime We just ain't gonna flame no troll So we bought that plate, made in ninety-eight I sez, let them afpers roll, 10-4 Cause we gotta little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, down that broad highway Convoy... Convoy... Uh, 10-4 Lone Cat, what's yer 20 Cambridgeshy-er ! well they ought to know what do do with them clogs out there for sure Well mercy sakes alive good buddy We gonna back on outta here So keep the bugs off yer glass An' the fans off yer... tail We gonna catch ya on the flip-flop This here's the Rubber Duck on the side We gone Bye, Bye... hiippo (who, if he goes, is catching the *train* )