C.W. Mcall dark John Denver A Notable Scorpio Musician who deserves an Entry all to himself
I never even heard of C.W. Mcall a.k.a. William Dale Fries until Robert Phoenix played his end song on his show a day or 2 ago.
I immediately thought C.W. Mcall was some dark John Denver from a paralell Universe like in the Star Trek episode Mirror Mirror:
John Denver here:
Wikipedia says 1926 but I'll go by 1928
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._W._McCall William Dale Fries Jr. (born November 15, 1926)[1] is an American singer, activist and politician best known by his stage name C. W. McCall, and for his truck-themed outlaw country songs.
One day about four or five years ago
We is settin' at the Conoco station
Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies
And discussin' the State of the Union
When right out in front of the Baptist church
Come a big ol' purple school bus
Had astrological signs upon it
And thirty-five hippies and dogs inside
About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn
And them dogs commenced on the fireplug
Rest of 'em set there starin' at us
And I says, "Roy, go get your Flit gun"
He says, "Which is the hippies? And which is the dogs?"
I says, "Beats the hell outta me, Roy"
What they was, was a bunch a' them Crispy Critters
And their leader was a space cadet
He says, "Sagittarius, we has arrived
Prepare to disembark, men
Get the incense goin' and the sitar out
We gonna camp in the city park, man"
I says, "Boys, let me explain the situation to ya
A: you're gettin' me down
And B: we got us a leash law here
And C: you in the wrong town
You drop one string a' beads in that there park
And you gonna see a whole lotta stars
You got fifteen seconds to get out of town, boys
Or we gonna blow ya ta Mars"
Well, they all got back in the purple bus
And proceeded to the city limits
Then the telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool
Says a mess a' wild Critters was in it
So we all got in the Marshal's Plymouth
(Which is always at the Conoco station)
Went flashin' on down to the swimmin' pool
To give them Critters a citation
By the time we arrived, it was too damn late
Them critters is all had their pants down
Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse apart
And they's after the fish in the fish pond
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the silver T-shirt
"And I'll get the rest with a net
We gonna have a jail full a' naked Crispy Critters
And a drip-dry space cadet"
Well, we gave 'em hell, but we lost the war
'Cause them Critters outnumbered us
So they moved in and set up camp
And they lived in that purple school bus
Six weeks later, there was nothin' in town
But eighty-four dogs and a head shop
Sellin' dried up weeds, and sunflower seeds
And astrological postcards
Yeah, Critters took over the City Council
And the dogs all barked their brains out
And the whole damn town was Crispy Critters
And the mayor was a space cadet"
We is settin' at the Conoco station
Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies
And discussin' the State of the Union
When right out in front of the Baptist church
Come a big ol' purple school bus
Had astrological signs upon it
And thirty-five hippies and dogs inside
About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn
And them dogs commenced on the fireplug
Rest of 'em set there starin' at us
And I says, "Roy, go get your Flit gun"
He says, "Which is the hippies? And which is the dogs?"
I says, "Beats the hell outta me, Roy"
What they was, was a bunch a' them Crispy Critters
And their leader was a space cadet
He says, "Sagittarius, we has arrived
Prepare to disembark, men
Get the incense goin' and the sitar out
We gonna camp in the city park, man"
I says, "Boys, let me explain the situation to ya
A: you're gettin' me down
And B: we got us a leash law here
And C: you in the wrong town
You drop one string a' beads in that there park
And you gonna see a whole lotta stars
You got fifteen seconds to get out of town, boys
Or we gonna blow ya ta Mars"
Well, they all got back in the purple bus
And proceeded to the city limits
Then the telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool
Says a mess a' wild Critters was in it
So we all got in the Marshal's Plymouth
(Which is always at the Conoco station)
Went flashin' on down to the swimmin' pool
To give them Critters a citation
By the time we arrived, it was too damn late
Them critters is all had their pants down
Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse apart
And they's after the fish in the fish pond
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the silver T-shirt
"And I'll get the rest with a net
We gonna have a jail full a' naked Crispy Critters
And a drip-dry space cadet"
Well, we gave 'em hell, but we lost the war
'Cause them Critters outnumbered us
So they moved in and set up camp
And they lived in that purple school bus
Six weeks later, there was nothin' in town
But eighty-four dogs and a head shop
Sellin' dried up weeds, and sunflower seeds
And astrological postcards
Yeah, Critters took over the City Council
And the dogs all barked their brains out
And the whole damn town was Crispy Critters
And the mayor was a space cadet"
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