Shuffled Up the Lake Song

Warning

This post contains bad, foul, filthy and unacceptable language - the words that “will curve your spine, grow hair on your hands and maybe, even bring us, God help us, peace without honor.”

This is not a post for children.  Kids, take a hike. 

This is also not a post for those adults who are offended by this type of language.  Do yourself a favor, and go read some of my cute stuff before moral outrage can kick in.

End of Warning.

The previously posted Up the Lake song, was requested after this one was seen. 

Yes, my filing system needs work.

Anyway, it seems appropriate to post this one now to commemorate the birth of the namesake and Great Granddaughter of Johanna – the record holder for the youngest baby brought Up the Lake, and probably the first baby ever brought Up the Lake Eighty Five Summers ago.

She popularized the word “Iffy” describing an in progress poker hand.  Her inflection made it abundantly clear why there are two “F’s” in that word.

She’s also the person I learned the lyrics to, “The First Marine he Ate the Beans, Par Le Vous”

from, as well as many similar useful period words, phrases and poems.

She may be gone, but her legacy will last forever.

Fold Your Tent

(Parody of “If You’re Happy and you Know It”

No, there’s no music this time. Like you really need it.)

If its crappy and you know it fold your tent!

If its crappy and you know it fold your tent!

If your first three cards were wild,

And a new queen makes them mild,

Fake you hear your crying child – Fold your tent!

If you do not want to show it fold your tent!

If you do not want to show it fold your tent!

If your hand’s all red and bright,

The color card is black as night,

You’ve completely earned the right to fold your tent!

If you can’t win and you know it fold your tent!

If you can’t win and you know it fold your tent!

If the game is called no peek,

And your cards are all gone queek,

Say you have to take a leak – and fold your tent!

If you know you’re gonna blow it fold your tent!

If you know you’re gonna blow it fold your tent!

If your hand starts out real spiffy,

But you find that in a jiffy,

You are sitting with an “iffy” – Fold your tent!

If its crappy and you know it fold your tent!

If its crappy and you know it fold your tent!

If the ante’s reached eleven,

And you get the shitty seven,

You ain’t got no hope in heaven – fold your tent!

As might be guessed by the content of this one, it is the musical introduction heralding the return of the George Awards, to commemorate a special achievement for Mr. Carlin.

Come back next week to find out more.

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