Pennsic Driver (filk)
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I was scarcely one and twenty, when I first heard of the dream
T'was but fleeting fancy, or so my friends did deem But soon they came to realize, come weekends, I was gone I packed a rented trailer, and drove away at dawn (chorus) I'll drive when I am hungry, keep going when I'm hot, I'll speed on down the freeway, and pray I'll not be caught Across a few more statelines, I know that I must roam Cuz I'm a Pennsic driver, and I'm finally coming home I first laid out my tentpoles beneath a cloudless sky Upon the fields of Pennsic I raised a shady fly But August sun at Pennsic will soak your garb with sweat And summer thunder conspired to keep me dripping wet I'll drive when I am hungry, keep going when I'm hot, I'll speed on down the freeway, and pray I'll not be caught Across a few more statelines, I know that I must roam Cuz I'm a Pennsic driver, and I'm finally coming home I foraged for dry garments, had no garb to my name, The rain had drowned the campsite, our lots was all the same But nudity is accurate to the timeframe I portray But security was summoned, and they carried me away I'll drive when I am hungry, keep going when I'm hot, I'll speed on down the freeway, and pray I'll not be caught Across a few more statelines, I know that I must roam Cuz I'm a Pennsic driver, and I'm finally coming home |
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