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The Tale of Picayune Patty
By ZandBPremium member Comments: 1068, member since Fri Sep 03, 2004
On Mon Sep 02, 2013 09:52 AM
Edited by ZandB (105360) on 2013-09-02 09:59:01

The Tale of Picayune Patty

Everybody living in this two-cow town
Can remember the day and the way it went down
For a young Irish Dancer named Patricia Brown
We all called Picayune Patty

Patty was a packin' for the Bogalusa Feis
Everything was tight but the thing that made her stress
Was an outdated, three-panel, Soap N' Rinse dress
In need of some serious blinging

Rhinestones weren't the answer and sequins wouldn't do
Patty had it in her head she needed something new
Something like electric lights in red, green white and blue
"That's" young Patty said out loud, "Exactly what I'll do!"

Pickin' em up, pickin' em up
Puttin'em down, puttin'em down
Red, green, white and bright blue lights
A shining all around

The box of last year Christmas Light were brought out of the shed
Thirty blue, and green and white and forty that were red
A fifty-foot extension cord and heavy duty thread
Soon had Patty sewing, dreams of glory in her head

Sunday morning at the Feis while dancing treble reel
The sparkling lights on Patty's dress made everybody squeal
Till Patty snagged a piece of cord with the bottom of her heel
And felt an unexpected tug on the wire's take-up wheel

She yanked back on the wire, which was now quite disarrayed
"Something's wrong!" young Patty thought, "This isn't how it plays!"
A spark, a flame, a puff of smoke, her dress was soon ablaze
As Patty quickly disappeared within a fiery haze

Pickin' em up, pickin' em up
Puttin'em down, puttin'em down
Red, green, white and bright blue lights
A burning on the ground

Yes everybody living in this two-cow town
Can remember the day and the way it went down
For a young Irish Dancer named Patricia Brown
We all called Picayune Patty

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