A Bunch O' Crazy Wackos
Copyright 2005 by Wayne Faust
Picklehead Music (BMI)
1-800-PICKLE-9


I was up on Mackinac, there at the Mission Point
Strollin' through the lobby. Checkin' out the joint.
Four hundred folks with name tags were right before my eyes.
I sputtered and I stammered out "Who ARE you guys?"

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We're a bunch o' crazy Wackos; as you can plainly see.
We buy up every lighthouse - from the company.
When we get together, we laugh and sing and shout!
We act like drunken sailors until the lights go out!

Our women dream of Cockspur Island when they go to sleep.
Our men think of Ram Island when they don't think of sheep.
We can see Round Island out there on the sound.
Last night we drank a bunch o' beer and it was spinnin' round.

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Our bald guys we are rock stars; they couldn't be fina.
Next week they sing at Bald Head in North Carolina.
And Cape Disappointment in Washington somewhere,
Is where we send those other guys - who have way too much hair.

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Ken saw Bete Griese - Oooh he loves that name.
Wacko Paul saw Gay Head -- he's never been the same.
How 'bout that girl named Pixie? Boy she's pretty hot!
We picked her up by Beaver Head so we like her a lot.

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I am just a singer, so I have never knowna.
Single lonely lighthouse in the state of Arizona.
But you folks come from every place. I guess that goes to show.
You can find some Wackos everywhere you go..

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Thanks for the good time!
Wayne

By permission from Wayne Faust.