[TheForge] from my theforge archives the yellow polka dot bikini lyrics

[terry l. ridder]

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Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2000 08:35:01 -0500 (CDT)
From: phlip at morganco dot net
Subject: [TheForge] Stainless Steel Chainmail Bikini- YAK

OK, guys, as promised, here's Andrew's song. Wish I could afford to go
to Quad State and meet some of you guys there, but I don't even think
I can handle the gas over there. If I could come, I'd likely bring
Andrew along and have him sing it for you ;-)Feel free to distribute
it as you see fit- Andrew's songs are deliberately in the public
domain- just make sure you attach his name to it.

BTW, for those of you who aren't SCA, Chirurgeons are our on-site
medics, who man the First Aid stations. I'm one, and this describes a
certain young lady who was one of the first I treated several years
ago- she wore no liner, and her sunburn pattern had to be seen, to be
believed ;-)

Enjoy,

Phlip

       The Itsy Bitsy, Teeny Weeny, Stainless Steel Chailmail Bikini

                      by Andrew MacRobb

         tune: The Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini


                 She was so proud of her womanly assets,
                 That she put them on public display,
                 She was so proud of her shapely young figure,
                 That she walked around like this all day.

   (CHORUS):     1-2-3-4 Tell the people what she wore:
                 She wore an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, stainless steel
                 chainmail bikini,
                 That she wore for the first time today,
                 An itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, stainless steel chainmail
                 bikini,
                 Now in the evening she's going to pay.

                 She distained any usage of sun block,
                 As her pale, untanned hide was displayed,
                 So the sunlight poured down on her body,
                 And the chiurgeons all are dismayed. (CHORUS)

                 How could anyone be so untutored,
                 That they don't know that bright sun can burn,
                 Now two thirds of her body is blistered,
                 And the rest has been cooked to a turn! (CHORUS)

                 From the tent to the lake shore,
                 From the lake shore to the store,
                 From the store to chiurgeon's,
                 Guess there isn't any more.
                 Guess there isn't any more.
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