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Fungo and PG were gettin kinda itchie
Just to leave the folk music behind

Jerseydad and infielddad workin for a penny
Tryin to get a fish on the line

In a coffee house OPP sat
And after every number they passed the hat
Its and Woody just are gettin higher
In HSBBWeb land you know where thats at
And no ones getting fat except Mama Cass.

"Futurebackmom" - said CoachMerc, "you know there arent many
Who can sing a song the way that you do (lets go south)"
Futurebackmom said "Coach Merc, golly, dont you think that I wish
I could play guitar like you"
Dad04, theEH and Orlando sat at the night owl
And after every number they passed the hat
And Its and Woody just gettin higher
In HSBBWEB land you know where thats at
And no ones getting fat except Mama Cass.

When MN-Mom was a sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore,
But she changed her mind one day
Standing on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike,
Take her to HSBBWeb land right away

When TR met TPM he gave her love bumps
Call Coach May,ClevelandDad,Deemax and Coach B25, and that was the mugwumps
And Its and Woody couldnt get no higher
But thats what they were aiming at
And no ones getting fat except Mama Cass.

Mugwumps, hi-jumps, low slumps, big bumps,
Dont you work as hard as you play
Drink-up, break-up, everything is shake-up
Guess it had to be that way

Lafmom and ssmom formed the spoonful
Both of them gettin very tuneful
Its and Woody just catchin fire
In HSBBWEBland - you know where thats at
And everybodys gettin fat except Mama Cass.

Broke, busted, disgusted, agents cant be trusted,
And FO, Bee and Shepster want to go to the sea
Observer44 and Bobble cant make it, they say we'll have to fake it
We knew they'd come eventually

Greasin on american express cards
Tents, low rents, and keepin out the heats hard
Prepsters good vibrations, and our imaginations,
Can go on indefinitely
And HSBBWeb land has become a reality.

You spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball, and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time. ~Jim Bouton, Ball Four, 1970
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