"Do Ya' Miss Me?" --Smoky Mc Tarwagon
A song for the Class of '24
(sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells" )
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Dashing through the halls,
Try-ing to get to class.
Overcome by fumes,
which smell worse than ...ROSES!*
(cough, cough, cough)
Wretched pavement smoke,
Soaks through ceilings and doors.
Sometimes people choke,
On hot roof-tar o-dors.
(cough, cough, cough)
Bells mute for test-ing,
As S-O-Ls get done.
What "fun" it is to smell this thing,
And keep on just breathing.
(Oh!)
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Jingle bells, hot tar smells, like a fac-tor-y !
It stunk each day, and made folks pray
that roof work goes a-way. (Oh!) {repeat]
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Aroma in the breeze,
As roofers spread it thick.
Classes kept inside,
Cuz' some were feelin' slick.
(cough cough cough)
Some did cough or wheeze,
Some times the air looked gray.
Let's shut the cafe' doors:
Keep fumes off our lunch-trays.
(cough cough cough)
Dog poop, mud, or tripe,
They would not smell as bad.
Bet-ter to lick an ex-haust pipe
Or rot-ten egg sal-ad.
(Oh!)
- - -
Jingle bells, hot tar smells, like a fac-tor-y !
It stunk each day, and made folks pray
that roof work goes a-way. (Oh!) {repeat]
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| Photo courtesy of "BFC" |
school complex will have improved, sealed roofs for decades to come
after we endured some months of tar stink --better us than our kids, eh?)
*
It is somewhat possible, maybe, perhaps, that at least one word
might have been altered somewhat from the original more bawdy
version in order to avoid flak from certain easily-bothered entities.