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SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!
The
(Unofficial) Song Challenge: From WYSIWYG -- My
ISP is pretty slow today so someone else may want to fish up the correct info,
but apparently a Boston funeral director has revived a lady in a body bag at his
shop. Seems she had tried to kill herself and only partially succeeded.
And gurgled loud enough that the FD opened up the body bag for a look, and then
cleared her airway and called 911. Sounds like the Medical Examiner had to
declare her alive before the FD could release the living body to medical
authorities, and wow!!! Whatta way to go, and come back again! Gotta be at
least one song in that one! Go to it, 'Cateers!
Gurgle From The Bag by Amos
(Tune: Whiskey In The Jar -- Click
to Play)
As I was strolling through the city's mortuary,
A'sipping of a whiskey-flask, and humming something airy,
I paused in reflection at the corpses all around me
And thought of one called Jenny, whose beauty did astound me
Whack, Jump, Jehosophat!
Whack, Jump, Jehosphat!
There's a gurgle from the bag!
She was pale and she was lovely, and her hair fell down like water,
The fairest of them all, Missus Riley's deadest daughter,
She had found herself young Donald, and a trouseeau very bridal,
But the bloody git had left her, and she'd gotten suicidal
Whack, Jump, Jehosophat!
Whack, Jump, Jehosphat!
There's a gurgle from the bag!
My thought was interrupted, then, by a gentle distant mumble
That came from in the body bag where Jenny's corpse had tumbled!
The hairs on me neck stood up, like a little frightened nipper!
And I rolled out young Jenny's drawer and I opened up her zipper!
Whack, Jump, Jehosophat!
Whack, Jump, Jehosphat!
There's a gurgle from the bag!
Well her eyes were very bloodshot, from the poison that she'd taken,
But when she started rolling them, I was seriously shaken!
But I kept my wits about me, and rose to the situation,
And I took her in my arms, using mouth resuscitation!
Whack, Jump, Jehosophat!
Whack, Jump, Jehosphat!
There's a gurgle from the bag!
Well the whiskey I'd been drinking got into her lungs directly,
And it wasn't very long before she began to breath correctly,
She climbed down from that morgue display, in a manner most attractin'
And the color in her cheeks prevoked a mostly male reaction,
Whack, Jump, Jehosophat!
Whack, Jump, Jehosphat!
There's a gurgle from the bag!
It has been a month or more, since we met that evening fateful,
And for my ministrations, Little Jen has proved most grateful.
So of a chilly night, now, in me walk up pad in Leicester,
You can see the blankets moving, as I do my best to test her,
Whack, Jump, Jehosophat!
Whack, Jump, Jehosphat!
There's a gurgle from the bag!