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The Night They Drove Ol' SI Down
(To the tune of The Night They Drove Ol' Dixie Down by The Band)
Lyrics by Peyton Coyner
Performed at the November '99 Brunch by the Dueling Losers Band
Tom ass Shroder's the name, and he served up the damnable pain.
The big hiatus came and tore up my plans again.
In the summer of '99, we were smartassin' along just fine.
My stuff was sent to DC - it fell -
It's a time I remember oh, so well.
The night they drove ol' S I down
(All the poop was flingin')
The night they drove ol' S I down
(The DLB was singin')
They went, "Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah,
Nyah na nyah na nyah nyah nyah!"
Back at the brunch at the HOP, the hostess says to me,
"Loser, quick come see : in bondage, Stevie D."
Now, I don't mind buffet food, and I don't care if the coffee's no good.
You take what you need and leave the rest,
But they should never have served that chicken breast.
The night they drove ol' S I down
(All the berries were dingin')
The night they drove ol' S I down
(The DLB was singin')
They went, "Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah,
Nyah na nyah na nyah nyah nyah!"
Like Thring and Gearty before me, I'm a smartass man.
And like Chuck Smith above me, I'm my biggest fan.
I've got hits - 18!, I'm loud and rude, but Shroder caved in to the prudes.
I swear by the entries up to my knees,
You can't raise Cain if the editor's just not pleased.
The night they drove ol' S I down
(Will it be back next spring?)
The night they drove ol' S I down
(The DLB was singin')
They went, "Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah,
Nyah na nyah na nyah nyah nyah!"
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