The Whiffin Figs Song For the Fern Dale Memorial Banjo Band, a unit of the Mouldy Figs Founded on Easter Sunday 1996 ------------------------------------------- To the tables down at Shamrocks To the Mainstreet Bar & Grill, To the dear old Lincoln Dell we loved so well, Sing the Mouldy Figs assembled With their banjos raised on high And the magic of their singing casts its spell. Yes, the magic of their singing At Benchwarmer Bobs as well: Darktown Strutters, old Sweet Georgia and the rest. We will serenade our Jimmy While life and voice shall last... Then well pass and be forgotten with the rest. We are poor little lambs who have lost our way, Baaa, baaa, baaa! Little black sheep who have gone astray, Baaa,baaa, baaa! Mouldy Figs songsters off on a spree Doomed from here to eternity... God have mercy on such as we... Baaa, baaa, baaa!
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 19:23:51 +0000
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