Frank has kindly revived yet another longstanding Pouch tradition: that of filking songs—substituting the original lyrics with words better suited to describe our favorite game!In previous editions, we've rewritten some of the most famous songs of Frank Sinatra and Swedish superband ABBA. Even Christmas was not immune! This time, Frank has a go at a well-known musical…
When you're a GET,
You're a GET all the way
From Spring in oh one
To last season of play!
When you're a GET
The word gets around
Your demands: they get met,
You’ve got allies in town.
If you signon with R
there's no use in you resisting.
You ain't getting so far.
So when you desisting?
You'll lay FARks cold on ice,
You don’t need to ask permission.
Your supports: they’ll count twice
You'll be their perdition!
Three cheers for the GETs!
FARks: no use in you dodging
We’ll scuttle your ships,
your armies we’re dislodging.
So here come the GETs
Get your testaments written
Now taking bets
The FARks will get smitten!
England:
An island I did draw.
Waves caress my silent shore
Setting off for Nor
Gets me to four
Soon to be more…
France:
Great Brit-ain…
Great Bigpain!
Always your armies convoying
Always my schemes annoying
your ships deploying
your email cloying
the Channel me withholding
you need a good scolding!
England:
I like to be in Al-bi-i-on
OK for me in Al-bi-i-on
Feel very safe in Al-bi-i-on
Even for a naïf in Al-bi-i-on.
France:
Get me to BELf.
England:
Get there yourself.
France:
No need to get frantic.
England:
I’ll take Mid Atlantic.
England:
Waters are wide in Al-bi-i-on
Time on my side in Al-bi-i-on
Got to go west in Al-bi-i-on.
Army in Brest from Al-bi-i-on!
I feel greedy.
Oh so greedy,
I feel greedy. So feed me this turn!
Who's to say that a stab is seedy?
My ally has so much to learn.
They’re uncovered,
So unlovered,
So surprisingly, disarmingly free.
And there’s nobody there to keep them from me.
I like centres
Lots of centres
I’m no repenter. Dissenters I despise.
When I’ve lovely, lovely spots ‘fore my eyes.
The most beautiful sound I ever heard:
Austria, Austria, Austria, Austria…
All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word.
Austria, Austria, Austria, Austria…
Austria!
I've just met a land named Austria,
And suddenly that game
Will never be the same
To me.
Austria!
I've occupied a land named Austria,
And suddenly I've found
How wonderful a sound
Can be!
Austria!
Say it loud and there's music playing,
Say it soft and it's almost like praying.
Austria,
I'll never stop saying Austria!
The most beautiful sound I ever heard.
Austria.
Dear kindly, Game Master
Please, ya gotta understands
You call it a disaster
But it wasn’t in my hands.
My machine was offline,
and my password I forgot.
So I missed another deadline.
Nine times really ain’t a lot.
What’s that, ya Honor?
I gotta disagree.
I play two powers if I wanna
That rule just ain’t for me.
So don’t be calling it cheating.
Name calling ain’t right!
My power’s taking a beating
That’s just how I fight.
Gee, Game Master.
Don’t make me to blame
I’ll go play canasta
I’ve lost interest your game.
Ded Count’s no worry
Vermont Group’s no matter to me.
So don’t you be surly
My Ded’s minus nine hundred three.
Italy:
There’s a variant for us,
There must be a variant for us,
Convoys and supports from the air
wait for us
Somewhere.
Venus:
There’s a time for us,
Someday a time for us
Even if '01's not the year
Time to ally and builds to share
Someday!
Italy:
Somewhere
We’ll find new centres for grabbing
Venus:
We’ll find new reasons for stabbing
Somewhere.
Italy and Venus:
There’s a variant for us,
A time and a variant for us.
Signon and we’ll be halfway there.
Signon and be my care bear.
Somehow,
Someday,
Somewhere!
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Frank Mayer (affaldssakt@hotmail.com) |
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