Shake up, wake up, set up, get up, shut up and get out, get down, go
for it, by golly Good Molly! Stand by, get high, don't lie, don't cry, stay
tuned, stay sound, you'll get around. Look sharp. Get an edge. Be incisive,
poke around. Cut the crap. Plunge to the hilt. Avoid the ax. Get the point?
Look up. Hook up. See what you can cook up. Stick tight, be right. Have
the foresight to incite a fire fight. Lock down, knock down, drag the bleeding
bag down town. Get off, go places, rub faces, rub feces, tear dem meeses
to pieces. Hot damn, shake a leg, shake your fist, shake your butt, shake
your fist or shake my hand. Shiek Yerdambouti! Gotta hustle, gotta move,
gotta lot to prove and no time to do it, but I do. Do it now, and how time
flies, holy cow, hey guys, time to munch lunch all hunched in bunches!
Get back to work, get down to business. Put yer mind to the grind, ya might
finda kinda way to display your forte'...someday, anyway, they say. Go ahead,
before you're dead Fred, like I said, shake a leg, don't beg, renege or
tap a keg. Hustle, hassle, rassle, rustle. Tangle, wrangle yourself an angle.
Don't let it dangle, it'll get mangled! What'ya daft, you'll get the shaft
in the aft, don'cha feel the draft? Watch your step, watch your back, watch
your mouth. Pull up your pants, take a chance, dance, perchance romance,
use your lance. Before by-gones are by-gones, and bye-byes are for good,
for nothin'.
Way Out West © 1993 Martin Scherer. E-mail: mscherer@tesserak.net