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Gracie Fuller
(To the tune of Sexy Sadie by Lennon & McCartney)
Lyrics by Dave Zarrow
Gracie Fuller, where are you, honey?
You made Depravda oh so funny,
At 18 bucks -- hey, where's all the money???
Gracie Fuller, oh-oh, where have you gone?
Gracie Fuller.
You kept the stats,
And printed 'em out for all to see,
I still think I got screwed back in Year 3,
Gracie Fuller, uh-huh, you kept the stats,
Each Sunday morn you checked for names in that day's paper,
Then you put 'em in a chart for us to read,
Gracie Fuller, she was the greatest of them all,
Gracie Fuller.
At each month's end,
The Losers waited just for you,
Depravda came late and it was postage due,
Gracie Fuller, oh-oh, where did you go,
Gracie Fuller.
You're such a scrammer,
Are you deceased or doin' hard time in the slammer,
'til you return at least we've got John Kammer,
Gracie Fuller, oh-oh,
She'll come back yet,
We gave her everything we wrote to appear in Wit Happens,
Dr. Style would brighten Losers' lives,
Gracie Fuller we all loved her but please don't tell our wives.
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