OOOOVVVVIIIINE WHY CAN’T YOU BE TRUE
OH OVVIIIINNNE
WHY CAN’T YOU BE TRUE
YOU DONE STARTED DOING THE THINGS
YOU USE TO DO
AS HAL WAS MOTIVATING OVER THE HILL
SAW OVINE IN A GRAZING THRILL
A RAM’S OUT A ROLLING ON OLD GLEN ROAD
THAT RAM’S DOING IT HOOFIN SLIDE
IT WAS WOOL TO WOOL SIDE TO SIDE
chorus;
OOOOVVVIIIIINE
WHY CAN’T YOU BE TRUE
OH OVVIIINNNE
WHY CAN’T YOU BE TRUE
YOU DONE STARTED BACK DOING THE THINGS
YOU USE TO DO
HORNS IN THE MIRROR ON TOP OF THE HILL
JUST LIKE SWALLOWING A LANOLIN THRILL
BRISTON SAW THAT RAM’S HARD WILL
BUT HIS EWE’S BAAAHING WAS WAY TOO SHRILL
HAL READIED HIS HORN FOR THE GALLOPIN’ LANE
JUST WANTED TO DRIVE THAT OTHER RAM INSANE
RAIN WATER STARTS BLOWING ALL UNDER HIS HOOD
HAL KNEW THAT WAS DOING HIS HOT SHEARS SOME GOOD
chorus
solo
chorus
HAL COOLED DOWN , HIS HEAT WENT DOWN
BUT UNDER THE WOOL THE BLEATING SOUND
RAM JUST LAYED LIKE A TON OF LEAD
OFF THE PASTURE, FILLED WITH DREAD
RAM STARED AND LOOKED LIKE IT WAS STANDING STILL
HAL CAUGHT OVINE AT THE TOP OF THE HILL
OOOOVVVVIIIINE WHY CAN’T YOU BE TRUE
OH OVVIIIINNNE
WHY CAN’T YOU BE TRUE
YOU DONE STARTED DOING THE THINGS
YOU USE TO DO
extended virtuoso solo
Hal, woundnt’na spent this much time on it if I didn’t think you were one Baaahhhhddd Ass kinda guy…
It reminded me of Woody Allen’s “Everything you ever wanted to know about sex*”, the bit with Gene Wilder and his ladysheep. At the end you see Gene sprawled in the gutter clutching a bottle of woolite with woolite running down his chin.
So once the google ads start kicking in, what kind of ads will be at the end of this thread?
Woolite?
Inflatable sheep?
The New Zeland lamb producers council?
Okay. We’ve done jokes, puns, song lyrics, and even haikus. Would you care to try your hand at some limericks?
'Tis **Hal ** that the dopers have teased
'Bout his love for a warm wooly beast
The story soon spread
To Hal Briston’s great dread
Of how he went and got himself fleeced
There once was a Doper named Briston
Who kept secret the aim of his piston
Then in the wink of an eye
The truth was let fly
And now his sheep-buggerin’ we just keep on listin’
