SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

The Song Challenge:   Whilst cleaning up the old Song Challenge! files, getting ready for the Songbook's big move 'home', I found several Challenge! ideas that seem to be tied together in some, like, ya know, cosmic way, man.   ;-)   So, being that goddesses have to be cruel to be kind (oh behave, Amos!), I've decided to raise the bar for the Whole Bag O' Chips by creating a new award -- The Double Dip Copper Cow Chip (with Sprinkles), which will be awarded for connecting the dizzying dots between two or more Challenge! ideas in a song for any Official Double Dip Dare from the Keeper of the Book.   And for my first 'Official' Double Dip Dare, please do not adjust your seat belts and consider the following . . .

Boys who play with their praties . . . -- (OSLO, Norway) Police have confiscated a potentially lethal home-made cannon capable of firing potatoes up to 160 feet.  Six youths in the seaside town of Kristiansand in southern Norway used instructions on the Internet to build the weapon from everyday household objects.  "This home-made weapon is extremely dangerous both for those using it and those being fired at," a police spokesman told the newspaper Faedrelandsvennen.  The boys loaded potatoes down a plastic tube, where an electric ignition device from a gas-fuelled barbecue was installed.  By spraying a flammable gas into the tube and sealing the open end with a cap, potatoes were converted into projectiles with one push of the red ignition button.  Police said the cannon was capable of launching any object similar in size and weight to potatoes.

. . . grow up to be men with issues . . . -- London's Steve Bennett continues his quest to become the world's most successful amateur rocket engineer, with all systems go for launching himself into space in a "test flight" (to an altitude of 10,000 feet) in 2003 on a venture that most professional engineers called foolhardy, according to a June story reported by the BBC.  The more that is known about Bennett's mission (e.g., he recently said it would be a rocket capsule made from a cement mixer, with modest installation and a small computer), the more rocket scientists believe his launch will result in instant death.  However, the louder the criticism, the more certain of himself Bennett professes to be. He still rejects conventional preparations such as wind-tunnel tests and g-force tests:  "That is what the test flight is for," he said.


Space Spuddity by SharonA
(Tune: "Space Oddity" by David Bowie)

Ground Control to Minor Steve,
Ground Control to Minor Steve:
Stuff your ce-ment mixer in the plastic sleeve.

Ground Control to Minor Steve: (10, 9, 8...)
We wish you'd hurry up and leave! (7, 6, 5, 4...)
Push red button, and take spuds away with youuuuu... (3, 2, 1, pi** off)

This is Ground Control to Minor Steve:
You freely paid for Grade-
-A potatoes just to show us, in the air,,
How they're fine for heaving -- ask us if we care!

This is Minor Steve to Ground Control:
I'm stepping on some mashed
Red potatoes, and I'll be one if I crash
And the world will have another little gash

For here am I sitting in a mixer,
Low above the world.
Taters are my crew
And there's spuds in my Mac, too.

Though I've passed potatoes -- piles and piles --
I'm feeling paranoid
'Cause their eyes all watch me ev'rywhere I go.
Tell these spuds I need a little "space" -- they grow!

Ground Control to Minor Steve:
You're just as nuts as we believe.
Man, you're queer, see, Minor Steve!
Man, you're queer, see, Minor Steve!
Man, you're queer, see, Minor Steve!
Man, you're queeeeer...

. . . am I sitting in my mixer,
Low above the lawn.
Taters are my crew
And their expiration's due . . .

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