Parody of “Dandelion Chain”, words and music by
Cynthia McQuillin
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Parody lyrics ©1991-09-22 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
My contribution to the Dandelion Conspiracy.
| My | Em job | was concom program chair. |
| I juggled the con | D7 ven | tion space. |
| There’s | Em lit | tle nighttime | D7 pro | gramming, |
| So | Em Con | Ops was a | D7 qui | et | Em place | . |
| That | Em is | , at least, ’til down the hall |
| There came a large and | D7 sur | ly band. |
| They | Em all | were wearing | D7 dan | delions, |
| And | Em sev | eral had gui | D7 tars | in | Em hand | . |
Oh why do you wear dandelions?
I asked, though I had heard of such.
Well, roses don’t grow back as fast,
And crabgrass never got us much.
Did you expect a concert hall,
Complete with trays of grapes and cheese?
Oh no, they said, You kid yourself,
To think we are so hard to please.
But you gave us a basement room,
Unheated, with a rock band near.
We much prefer the corridors.
And where else shall we sing, but here!
What makes you worth the trouble, then,
Of any room I might unlock?
The rooms we rent for sleeping in,
That helped make your convention block.
We largely came to sing with friends,
Not do the things you think we ought,
Like wait for elevator cars,
And drink the beer our money bought!
With that, they sat around my door.
Tenaciously, they sang and played.
While I was forced to suffer this
Most dubious of serenades.
So all of you convention chairs,
Beware the fate I’ve come to know.
Don’t kick around your dandelions.
You see which way the wind will blow.
