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I went to sing my filksongs but the lyrics were all lost.
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I could have got them xeroxed but I wouldn’t pay the cost.
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I had to write a new one so I set my eyes to roam
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‘Cause you can write a filksong ‘bout the things you find at home.
(Chorus)
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Cats and rats and puppy dogs and other things with tails
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Kitchen drawers all full of junk, the guy who brings the mail,
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Things that linger in the fridge, and chili pots that roam
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Yes, you can write a filksong ‘bout the things you find at home.
I’ve books upon my bookshelf that I haven’t time to read.
But fantasy and SF are no longer things you need.
If you want to write a filksong ‘cause you’re going to a con
You can wander to the kitchen and then turn the chili on.
My kitten is a terror as she stalks the house at night.
She drops a lamp upon the dog and runs away in fright.
The howling and the yowling may create an awful din.
I grab my pen and paper cause I know they’ll fit right in.
I have a filing system that’s the finest in the land.
I drop it all into the drawer that’s closest to my hand.
Flashlights, tacks and matches, superglue and lingerie,
Everything that I can’t find is safely tucked away.
My songs are full of characters, arcane deranged and odd.
One of them’s a doctor and another thinks he’s God.
Vampire priests and Vegans and a telepath that sends –
When I run out of subjects, well, at least I’ve got my friends.
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