Thrill-Seekers' Waltz

Lyrics © 1986, 1988 Stephen Savitzky. CC-by-nc-sa. To the tune of ``Witnesses' Waltz'' by Leslie Fish

Winner of the 2009 Kazoo award in the ``Recycled Fish'' category.

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Winner of the 2009 Kazoo award in the ``Recycled Fish'' category.

C F C G
  Come along  Harry and  Mary and  Fred
C Am F G
  Let's find some ex citement, man,  this joint is  dead.
C Am F G
  Pack up the  crap game, drive  down to White  Sands,
F C G C
And we'll  make bets on  whether the  Space Shuttle  lands.
C G Am G
  Sadists and  perverts and  thrill-seekers  we,
C Am F G
  Loitering  out on the  shore of the  sea.
C F C F
  No one ad mits that we're  having a  bash
C G C
As we watch all the  spaceships that  blow up and  crash.
The most violent show on this Earth that you'll see,
All the more 'cause it's real, not just faked on TV.
Drive down to Canaveral and guzzle lite beer
When the shuttle blows up we'll all secretly cheer.

Politicians adore us, the media too,
Getting rich on disaster as they always do,
And perverts who lust for explosions and gore
Haven't been so turned on since the Persian Gulf War

It was a long time before I got up the courage to sing this in public. It was even longer before I admitted to having written it. At least Leslie didn't kill me for it.