WoodDorks of Bumfuk - A Song!

[Tom Watson]

Just so there's no confusion - this is to be sung to the tune of Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon.

I saw a WoodDork with a Christmas Toolist in his hand Walking through the streets of Bumfuk in the rain He was looking for the place called Lee Valley Going to get his bad self a Lie-Nielson plane

Ahhoooo WoodDorks of Bumfuk Ahhoooo

(Repeat)

You hear him howling around your shop's back door Better not let him in Ole Robby Lee got held up late last night WoodDorks of Bumfuk again

Ahhoooo WoodDorks of Bumfuk Ahhoooo

(Repeat)

He's the barely handy gent who's money's always spent You better stay away from him He'll plane your lungs out, Jim (Huh!) He'd like to meet Tim Taylor

Ahhoooo WoodDorks of Bumfuk Ahhoooo

(Repeat)

Well, I saw Norm Abram talking on the screen Doing the WoodDorks of Bumfuk I saw Roy Underhill talking on the screen (Uh!) Doing the WoodDorks of Bumfuk

I saw a WoodDork planing a hunk of nasty crossgrained Cocobolo His curl was perfect

(Heh!)

Ahhoooo WoodDorks of Bumfuk (Tage Frid) Ahhoooo

Draw blood

(Apologies to Mr. Zevon - RIP)

Regards, Tom Thomas J. Watson-Cabinetmaker Gulph Mills, Pennsylvania 19428

[Bob S.]

Tom,

Did you change the wattage of the fluorescent bulbs out in the shop.......;-)

Bob S.

from someplace in Foggy Land)

[George M. Kazaka]

[Swingman]

Hold on tight to that day job!

[Peter Shull]

I got two words for ya ..... "lacquer thinner"

[Mark & Juanita]

Think he was checking the gas pressure in them. :-)

[Keith Carlson]

LOL - Priceless! Now how 'bout a send-up of "Send Lawyers, Guns and Money"

[George M. Kazaka]

[Festus]

Woodworkers, nail guns & money.....the chips have hit the fan! ( or maybe dust collector...) Tom you're better at this, now what? Festus

[Tom]

Well, they can't all be award winners.... Keep it up, though. Tom Someday, it'll all be over....

[Robin Lee]

I'm honored - immortalized with Norm, Roy, Tage, and best of all...Tim.

:)

Rob

[Bob Schmall]

Tom, now that you're warmed up, how about someting epic, something big, something long-striding across history's littered stage. Set it to The Ring of the Nibelungen. Or better, the Norse saga of the Ragnorak, when humans armed with nothing but blue Marples face the gods in the Final Battle. Let it spring fully-formed from your mind, as though from the forehead of Zeus, eh. Bob

[mttt]

The downside of being self-employed? No Employee-Assistance-Plans for these things when the occur. :) Good job (as always) dude..

[Robert Bonomi]

With apologies to Tex Avery, Chuck Jones, and Bugs Bunny:

"Kill the Rabbet! Kill the Rabbet!"

[Bob Schmall]

That's "wabbet," dude, and don't forget it. Tom could also get seriously obscure and do a takeoff on "Le Mortise D'Arthur."

Bob

Bob

[Tom Watson]

Or, Ebayowulf.

Regards, Tom Thomas J. Watson-Cabinetmaker Gulph Mills, Pennsylvania

[Robert Bonomi]

If and *only*if* the Brunhilda-equivalent role is filled by a be-Fudd-led singer with a speech defect. And, BTW, it's -not- that way in the original script, either. Mel did the voice 'personalities' _without_ explicit cues in the script text.

With Sir Mandrel in a supporting role, no doubt.

And the enchantress Morgan eBay.

[Ron Magen]

Tom, This latest spate of bad weather we're having {here in Philly area} must have you 'cold & lonely' in the shop. {Wood that be considered 'Cabinet Fever'?}

Ron PS: Joanne LOVED the stuff . . . was actually laughing when she read them. Which is unusual in itself; she typically just 'glances & trashes' what I print out.