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55 lines
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A NeoFan registered one bright and breezy con,
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He had his communicator pin and Red Dwarf T-shirt on,
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He saw his prey and grinned, pushing down the hall,
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Until a bony hand grabbed him, and a voice said "Heed my call!"
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<Chorus>
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Yippie-i-o,
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Yippie-i-ay,
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Ghost Filkers In The Hall.
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He turned around to see who had kept him from his quest,
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And staggered back in shock, not yet ready for this test,
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For it was a ghostly filker, with guitar and Tully Dew,
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Who shook a finger at him, "You know not what you do!"
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<Chorus>
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"I've seen many fen like you, thin, fat, short or tall,
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And I've seen them all meet their end, rushing down the hall,
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They were all heading towards her, with their only wish,
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To hear BANNED FROM ARGO, from the lips of Leslie Fish."
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<Chorus>
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"Songs can be over-played and it could be even worse,
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REAL OLD TIME RELIGION, and all it's endless verse,
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But BFA's the one that has become the cliche,
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Giving Fish the chance, to play 'Make My Day!' "
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<Chorus>
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"So ask for some Kipling, or maybe HOPE EYRIE,
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But never call for FA, preceded by a B,
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Leslie is sick of it, and that much is for sure,
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As a quickie filler, it's become sheer torture!"
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<Chorus>
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With that the specter faded, and the Neo thought he'd seen,
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Crowds of ghostly fen from all the years between,
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And as he turned to go he knew the shade was right,
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"No way, BFA, if I'm to live the night!"
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<Chorus>
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So if you ever have the hankering for that song,
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And know that Leslie Fish will be here before long,
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You might feel an odd chill moving through the walls
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And now you know that'll be - Ghost Filkers In The Halls!
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<Chorus>
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Well, _that_ seems OK. The usual, as usual...
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