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Contents

  1. Propane
  2. Born to be Mild

Propane

Sung to the tune of “Cocaine” (copyright © 1977 by Eric Clapton).

If you want to blow out,
You’ve got to let her out,
Propane.
If you wanna get high,
High in the sky,
Propane.

Chorus:
You can fry, if you try, so can I.
Propane.

If you don’t want the stew,
You want some barbecue,
Propane.
When that glow like the sun,
Comes from your tank, then run!
Propane.

(Chorus)

If your house is gone,
But you want to grill on,
Propane.
Don’t inhale it please,
Or you’ll get weak in the knees,
Propane.

(Chorus)

Born to be Mild

Sung to the tune of “Born to be Wild” (copyright © 1968 by Steppenwolf).

Get your pencils warmed up,
Get out your paper pile.
Gettin’ ready for a work day.
I hope the boss will smile.
Yeah, darlin’, gotta get my paycheck,
Minus taxes and other stuff.
Share some gossip at the water cooler.
Man, we’ve got it rough.

I like bringing lunches,
To save a little money,
And parking in the basement,
‘Cause it’s too hot when it’s sunny.
Yeah, darlin’, gotta get my paycheck,
Minus taxes and other stuff.
Share some gossip at the water cooler.
Man, we’ve got it rough.

Like a true corporate child,
We were born, born to be mild.
Our profits are high,
I’ve got some stock to buy.

Born to be mild.
Born to be mild.