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Husker, I am in Vancouver till tomorrow evening

you know I'm only about 300 miles away over in in little Spokane

Prince, if you don't come to WA2K radio more often, we're going to depose you, and exile you to Georgia. Hi, handsome. Now let's hear a song in sanskrit.

As long as it is not Buffalo, I am ready tobe exiled anywhere !!

ah, then here is a song for you:

Bert:
Now that we have had the rice and flowers,
The knot is tied;

Annie:
I can visu'lize such happy hours,
Close by your side.
The honeymoon in store
Is one that you'll adore,
I'm gonna take you for a ride.

Annie, Bert, Maggie and Girls:
I'll (You'll) go home and get my panties,
You (I'll) go home and get your scanties,
And away we'll go.
Mm mm mm...
Off we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

To Niag'ra in a sleeper,
There's no honeymoon that's cheaper,
And the train goes slow.
Ooh ooh ooh!
Off, we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

Someday, the stork may pay a visit
And leave a little souvenir.
Just a little cute "what is it,"
But we'll discuss that later, dear.

For a little silver quarter,
We can have the pull man porter
Turn the lights down low.
Ooh!
Off we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

You'll go home and get your purses,
I'll go get my niece and nurses,
And away we'll go.
Mm mm mm...
Off we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

To Niag'ra in a sleeper,
There's no honeymoon that's cheaper,
And the train goes slow.
Ooh ooh ooh!
Off, we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

Someday, the stork may pay a visit
And leave a little souvenir.
Just a little cute "what is it,"
But we'll discuss that later, dear.

For a little silver quarter,
We can have the pull man porter
Turn the lights down low.
Ooh!
Off we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

Matrimony is baloney
She'll be wanting alimony
In a year of so
Still they go and shuffle
Shuffle Off to Buffalo
When she knows as much as we know
She'll be on her way to Reno
While he still has dough
She'll give him the Shuffle
When they're back from Buffalo

Hey Letty, we have just started getting married. It will take some time for us to have babies as well....

Hey, honey, it's about time, right? You are such a good sport, Gautam/Prince.

Isn't he listeners?

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Buffalo is bearable. It's Detroit that's a disaster, Prince.

from the great band was (not was)

I Feel Better Than James Brown
by Was (Not Was)

When we were in love I pretended you didn't exist
That way I loved you more
You suggested we get married and move into a house
I suggested that we jump overboard
And live underwater in the lost city of Atlantis
Where mermaids sing
And tuxedoed dolphins bring you breakfast

One year later I was transfered to the moon
Worse pay, better hours
I was transfered to the moon
Worse pay, better fellow workers

I built our love out of blood
I went to the dentist and told him "take out my heart"
I feel better than James Brown
I feel better now
I feel better than James Brown

I was attending Mardi Gras with Fidel Castro
Buxom cross dressers threw fake gold coins at our feet
As we discussed the fate of the revolution
Suddenly, CIA men dressed in bikinis
Tried to stab us with fountain pens
Fidel blew mustard gas from his cigar
And immobalized the lot of them
19 tequilas later we had a deal
Havana goes back to the mob
And Fidel and I open a chain of Kentucky Fried Chicken shops

Ain't life sweet? I feel good
I feel better than James Brown
I feel better now
I feel better than James Brown
I feel better now, how do you feel?

I feel better than James Brown
I feel better now
I feel better than James Brown
I feel better now
I feel better than James Brown
I feel better now, how do you feel?

Fantastic, DJ. I'm really laughing.

Hey, Andy. Translate that in Latvian.

To all our friends and listeners here at WA2K, I want to thank you and commend you on your wonderful music and items of interest. In closing, this song.

I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home,

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother,
dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl,
whose been waitin' for so long,

I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home,

Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine,
But by day I make the cars,
by night I make the bars,
If only they could read between the lines,

I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home,

I rode a freight train north to Detroit city,
After all these years I've been wasting my time,
I'll take my foolish pride,
on a southbound freight and ride,
Go on back to the ones,
I've left waitin' so far behind,

I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home.

Bobby Bare.

In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'cause you don't want my love ...
Some other time, that's what you say, when I want you
Then you laugh at me and make me cry
'cause you don't want my love.

You don't seem to care a thing about me
You'd rather live without me, than to have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you're so all alone
In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'cause you don't want my love.

Once upon a time, you used to smile and wave to me
And walk with me, but now you don't
'cause you don't want my love ...
Some other guy is takin' up all your time
Now you don't have time for me
'cause you don't want my love.

You don't seem to care a thing about me
You'd rather live without me, than to have my arms around you
When the nights are cold and you're so all alone
In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green
And the redbird sings, I'll be blue
'cause you don't want my love.

Today he traded his big 98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car

He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans and high boots
With an embroidered star

And today he's forty years old going on twenty
Don't look for the grey in his hair
'Cause he ain't got any
He's got a young thing beside him
That just melts in his hand
He's middle aged crazy
Trying to prove he still can

He's gotta a woman he's loved for a long long time at home
Ah but the thrill is all gone
When they cut down the lights

They've got a business that they spent a while comming by
been a long uphill climb
But now the profits are high

But today he's forty years old going on twenty
And he hears of sordid affairs and he aint had any
And the young thing beside him
You know she understands
That he's middle aged crazy
Trying to prove he still can

No translations tonight, Letty, but lemme tell ya a true story about Detroit and two Latvians whom I accompanied on a trip to some interesting places in the USA. (Salt Lake City was also on the itinerary, but that's a whole 'nuther story.) These two fellows were Latvian government representatives studying the American way of separating church from state. Detroit was on the agenda because of its large Muslim population. We had appointments at a mosque, a church and a couple of appointments with faculty at Wayne State U. With a fair amount of free time on our hands, we were wandering through the downtown of Motor City, having recently driven through Highland Park. One of the two Latvians turned to me and said:

"You know, under the Soviet Union we had to attend these indoctrination classes where KGB operatives gave lectures on how horrible life was in the United States. Slums, poverty, crime. I always assumed it was just the usual Communist propaganda. Didn't believe a word of it until just now." He shook his head sadly. "They weren't lying. American cities are like this?"

They both loved New York and had a reasonably good impression of L.A., even though they did say that the city (L.A., I mean) reminded them of nothing so much as a series of runways with buildings constructed around them.Europeans never get used to Southern Cal.

Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it?
Brown shoes don't make it?
TV dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're OK, he's too weird
Be a plumber He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and go to work
Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball! (TV tonight!)
Do you love it, do you hate it?
There it is, the way you made it (WOOOooow)

A world of secret hungers,
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away,
In drawer, in a desk,
By a Naughahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office

You see in the back, of the City Hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed,
Where she tickles his fancy all night long

His wife's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed his teenage Queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!

And he loves it! He loves it! It curls up his toes!
She bites his fat neck, And it lights up his nose,
But he cannot be fooled, Old City Hall Fred,
She's nasty, she's nasty, She digs it in bed!

Do it again, and do it some more!
That does it, by golly, it's nasty for sure!
Nasty-nasty-nasty! Nasty-nasty-nasty!
(Only thirteen, and she knows how to NASTY)

She's a dirty young mind. Corrupted, corroded...
Well she's thirteen today, And I hear she gets loaded

If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, Daddy?
If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, Daddy?
If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, Daddy?
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again, Oh baby!
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again!
She's a Teenage Baby, and she turns me on,
I'd like to make Her do a nasty
On the White House Lawn!
Going to smother that daughter in chocolate syrup,
And boogie till the cows come home!

Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the Guerneys And a dozen gray attorneys
TV dinner by the pool I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball I run the world from City Hall

Duke Duke Duke Duke
Duke of Prunes . . .

Every town must have a place where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street

Two of my favorite songs Dys. Comin right back at ya two.

I'm losin' status at the high school
I used to think that it was my school . . .
BOW WOW WOW WOW!
I was the king of every school activity
But that's no more . . . oh mama!
What will come of me?

The other night we painted posters
They played some records by the Coasters
BOW WOW WOW WOW!
A bunch of pom-pom girls looked down their nose at me.
They had painted tons of posters; I had painted three.
I hear the secret whispers everywhere I go
My school spirit is at an all-time low . . . BLA-A-A-A!

I'm losing status at the high school
I used to think that it was my school . . .
BOW WOW WOW WOW!
Everyone in town knows I'm a hand-some football star
I sing & dance & spray my hair & drive a shiny car
I'm friendly & I'm charming . . . I belong to De Molay
I'm gonna try like mad to get my status back today!
Status back baby

I'd like to call Joan Baez to the mike to sing once again a call to the spirit

We shall overcome, we shall overcome,
We shall overcome some day,
Oh deep in my heart
I do believe
That we shall overcome some day.

We will walk in hand, we will walk in hand,
We will walk in hand some day,
Oh deep in my heart
I do believe
That we shall overcome some day.

We shall brothers be, we shall brothers be,
We shall brothers be one day,
Oh deep in my heart
I do believe
That we shall overcome some day.

Truth will make us free, truth will make us free
Truth will make us free some day,
Oh deep in my heart
I do believe
That we shall overcome some day.

The Lord will see us through, the Lord will see us through,
The Lord will see us through some day,
Oh deep in my heart
I do believe
That we shall overcome some day.

While riding in my limousine
Much to my surprise
A little bubble car
Was right behind
About one-third my size
He must have wanted to pass me out
Cause he kept on tooting his horn
I'll show him that
My limousine
Is not a car to scorn

Thanks, Letty, for your green champagne!