A Lady I know just came from Estrel-lia
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out a bawdy songbook Oh Ho.
She said they were the worst in all the land.

And I said
No, No , No, No
I don't sing those no more
I'm tired of being labeled a whore
No thank you please
I've given up that sleeze
I tell you I don't do that anymore

A lady I know just came from the Double Wars
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out a cloven fruit Oh Ho.
She said it was the sweetest in the Land

And I said
No, No, No , No
I don't chew those no more
I'm tired of being labeled a whore
No thank you please
I've given up that sleeze
I tell you I don't do that anymore

A Wench I know at the Celtic Sheep and Garter Raids
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she pulled off a drive by schmoozing Oh Ho
I say it was the finest in the land

And I said
Go Go Go Go
I want to do this some more
I don't care if I'm labeled a whore
Yes thank you please
I guess I'm back into sleeze
It's songs and fruit and schmoozing evermore!!!

Lets all say
Go Go Go Go
We want to do this some more
We don't care if we're all labeled whores
Yes thank you please
We're really into sleeze
It's songs and fruit and schmoozing evermore!!!

"The No-No, Go-Go song" came from a couple sources. At an Event last Jan, I set up a Fat Guy encampment at one side of the site. We had a large tent, portable fireplace, Beer table, Several cases of Beer, a case of single malt scotch, soft drinks. etc. We had lots of fun and good times. So did most of those who visited the camp. But one lady, took offense at my song "the Codpiece" and complained for weeks afterwards to many peers that it wasn't right since we had the only encampment at the site. Totally ignoring the fact that the feast hall was open all night. When this was finally brought to my attention a few weeks latter, my reaction was "So?." The common response from the peers was "What did you expect?, it was Fat Guy Camp." (I love living in Drachenwald). But it got me to thinking, what if I was pushing-for-a-peerage and had to "clean up my act" to please the peers. What could save me from such a respectable fate? At the Last Celtic Sheep and Garter Raids, the Fat Guy Wench and another lady pulled off drive by schmoozings with a cloven fruit at all the encampments. If that wouldn't reconvert somebody to Fun, I don't know what would.