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SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!
The Song Challenge:
Crocked Conventioneers Canvassing
for Can Confront Comrades in Confusion -- FRANKFURT
(Reuters) - Two drunken Germans, apparently looking for a toilet during a
conference at Frankfurt airport, got on a plane by mistake and flew to
Moscow. The 20-year-old men were wandering round the airport when they
found themselves on the tarmac and boarded a shuttle bus, which drove to an
aircraft bound for the Russian capital. "They got in and sat in the
back of the airplane which then flew to Moscow," said Frankfurt State
Prosecutor Job Tilmann. "They weren't even at the airport to fly anywhere.
They were at a convention and had been walking around, evidently in a drunken
stupor," he told Reuters on Wednesday. On arrival in Moscow, they
noticed it was cold and realized they had no passports, let alone entry visas.
Russian police put them on a flight back to Frankfurt where they were met by
Federal Border Police who have charged them with joy-riding.
Muss I Denn by mousethief
(Tune: Muss I Denn)
mousethief's Comments: This is based on an old German folk song,
"Muss I Denn" in which a man is saying that he has to go away to do
business in other towns, but when he returns he will (essentially) roll in his
sweet baby's arms. Elvis Presley recorded a song with the same tune, but
English lyrics (quite unrelated to the German lyrics) called "I Don't Have
a Wooden Heart."
Muss i' denn, muss i' denn, zum W.C. geh'n,
W.C. geh'n, und i' find nit das W.C.,
Steig i' ein, steig i' ein, ins Flugzeug 'nein,
Flugzeug 'nein, und i' flieg' nach Russland. Weh!
Als i' wache auf, i' finde mi'
Auf Moskau's Polizei
Flieg i' heim, flieg i' heim, flieg i' wiederum heim,
wiederum heim, man mi'
wirft ins G'fängnis 'nein.
©2001 Alex E. Riggle. All Rights Reserved
If I Must by mousethief
(Tune: Muss I Denn)
If I must, if I must go to the men's room
To the men's room, and I can't find it anywhere,
I'll get in, I'll get in, into an airplane
To an airplane, fly to Russia, and find one there.
When I woke, I woke to find myself
In the arms of the Moscow police
I'll fly home, I'll fly home, once again I'll fly home
Again I'll fly home, to a jail cell, no more to roam.
©2001 Alex E. Riggle. All Rights Reserved