soloist chorus
Woke up this morning doo--ne-ne-ne-nuh
with a pain in my head doo--ne-ne-ne-nuh
I drank too much beer doo--ne-ne-ne-nuh
and I didn't get to bed doo--ne-ne-ne-nuh
Ma hammers don't connect doo--ne-ne-ne-nuh
Ma fo'hands in the ground doo--ne-ne-ne-nuh
And we hate to lose doo--ne-ne-ne-nuh
That's why we've got the
STRANGE BLUoooooooooooooooooooooES
(yeeeeeeeeahh!)
Guys sing 'doo(wop)--doo(wop)--doo(wop)--doo(wop)--'. Ladies sing:
Strange Blue You saw me standing alone With all this space in the zone I'll never score on my own I'm free Please chuck the frisbee to me 'Cause that's the right thing to do That's why I play for Strange Blue Doo-wop-doowah!
Cut! I need somebody. Cut! Yes just anybody. Cut! You know I need someone Help! When I was faster so much faster than today I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now those days are gone I'm playing for Strange Blue And I've had a real hard time - getting clear of you. Help me cos the stall count's up to seven Just one cut would send me up to heaven. Change the rules to stall up to eleven. Won't you please cut for me Cut now cut no-o-o-ow
On a turn over, on the last point, many plays from now (if I don't sub off) Will I still be dropping every throw you pass? Backhands - forehands - what a pigs ass. When there's a stall count greater than nine (huck) Who's that hammer for? Will you still see me, will they still D me, if I never score?
Wise men say only fools look long But I can't help having a huck with you As the offence flows surely down the line Darling so it goes - that disc - it must be mine Take this disc Take my whole life too For I can't help playing this game with you.
Furisu Furisu Furisu Furisu Furisubi Furisubi Furisubi Furisubi Furisubi Furisubi Furisubi Furisubi In the tournie despite the contest The Game will always win In the tournie despite the contest The Game will always win Furisubi Furisubi