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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 16, 2005 21:24:05 GMT -5
The old song parodies, maybe some new ones coming soon!
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 16, 2005 22:11:58 GMT -5
To the tune of I'm a Girl Watcher by The O'Kaysions.....For that puissant pair up Kingwood out Lubbock way--The Cachabels--who aren't even looking for a cure for FTF fever!![/color] We miss you guys!We're geocachers, We're geocachers
Goin' for FTFs, that's our fav!
We're geocachers, We're geocachers
We've found one now!
We were overjoyed when we discovered this new toy
And found a new pastime that's so fun.
Whenever we detect that a new cache has been set
We're off on another caching run.
We're geocachers, We're geocachers
Goin' for FTFs, that's our fav!
We're geocachers, We're geocachers
We've found one now!
Saw you on the trail, my my but you hunt so well
But we'll put an end to your advance.
Even in the rain you couldn't stop us with a train
Just give it up, you don't have a chance.
We're geocachers, We're geocachers
Goin' for FTFs, that's our fav!
We're geocachers, We're geocachers
We've found one now!
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 16, 2005 22:20:07 GMT -5
To the tune of Sweet Chariot .....In honor of their 800th find....Usmorrows, keep them numbers climbing!!Start up, sweet Cachemobile,
We got a treasure to find
Start up, sweet Cachemobile
We got a treasure to find.
We looked over Houston and what did we see,
We got a treasure to find
A cache done been hide by a tree,
We got a treasure to find
We go sometimes east and sometimes west
We got a treasure to find
Trustin' our geepus to know where best
We got a treasure to find
If you get there before we do
We got a treasure to find
You'll be FTF and we'll be number two
We got a treasure to find
If we get there before you do,
We got a treasure to find
The FTF won't go to you!
We got a treasure to find.
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 16, 2005 22:28:34 GMT -5
To the tune of Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers.....For Captain J from your First Mate on the home front!--WCB, wishing you Happy Valentine's Day!!We see the waypoint zeo in, Don't even know how long it's been
We've walked so far off down the trail
Out in the brush, which way to go, You go high, and I'll go low
Who finds it first give out a yell.
Just the two of us, We can find it if we try, Just the two of us
Just the two of us, And the sats up in the sky, Just the two of us
You and I
You make a stop to quinch your thirst, You see the cache and call out first
While I'm fighting off the briars
We put our sticker in the book, Then give the swag within a look
To decided which will be ours.
Just the two of us, We can find it if we try, Just the two of us
Just the two of us, And the sats up in the sky, Just the two of us
You and I
We make a trade that we both like, Now it is time to start the hike
Back to the trail and to the car
There's more caches to be found, Can't just sit here on the ground
On to the next waypoint! How far?
Just the two of us, We can find it if we try, Just the two of us
Just the two of us, And the sats up in the sky, Just the two of us
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 18, 2005 20:18:43 GMT -5
To the tune of Higher and Higher by Jackie Wilson.....For the Trogs, whose finds are approaching the stratosphere!.........Our finds, keep getting higher
Than they've ever, been counted before
We'll keep it up, That's our desire
And we'll be number one, forever more.
You know our count (our count keeps going up)
Keeps on going (count keeps going up)
Higher (going up)
Higher and higher (higher)
I said our count (our count keeps going up)
Keeps on (count keeps going up)
Going up (going up)
Higher and higher (higher)
Sometimes, we have a no-find
Disappointment, logging a purple face
But we go, again and find it
Cause you know we just can't give up that first place.
We're so glad, we've found so many,
Yes one million, just might be our goal
And we will, always keep on a hunting
Checking in every hidey hole.
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 18, 2005 20:24:41 GMT -5
To the tune of The Old Man Down the Road by John Fogerty.....Okay, here's one for Geowyz.
My thanks (or should that be apologies?) to John Fogerty! He take the thunder from the mountain, he take the lightning from the sky,
He bring the strong man to his begging knee, he make the veteran cacher cry.
He made a hidey-hide, you got to jump and run;
He made a hidey-hidey-hide, the Geowyz in the woods.
He got the voices speak in riddles, he got the eye as black as coal,
He got a cache box covered with camouflage tape, and he parks right in the road.
He made a hidey-hide, you got to jump and run;
He made a hidey-hidey-hide, the Geowyz in the woods.
He make the brambles scratch you bloody, he make the walk a long way around,
Who can guess what crazy thing that, Wyz left in the woods to be found?
He made a hidey-hide, you got to jump and run;
He made a hidey-hidey-hide, the Geowyz in the woods.
The Geowyz in the woods.
Aaah!
He made a, he made a, he made a, hidey-hidey-hide! ,-. ,-. ,-. ,-.
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 21, 2005 22:31:35 GMT -5
To the tune of The Candy Man as recorded by Sammy Davis Jr.
For Bosun, who makes some really fine canes and generously places them in caches!
(Cane man)
(Hey, Cane man)
Alright everybody gather 'round.
The Cane Man is here.
What kind of cane do you want?
Straight?
Curvy?
Cherry wood maybe?
You've come to the right man.
'Cause I'm the Cane Man!
Who can take a sapling,
Whittle it real nice,
Cover it in varnish,
and not even charge a price?
The cane man,
The cane man can,
The cane man can cause he whittles a fine cane, a walking stick for you.
Have you ever fell down,
Going up a hill,
Who can help you,
From taking such a spill?
The cane man,
The cane man can,
The cane man can cause he whittles a fine cane, a walking stick for you.
Now you can fight the snakes,
That slither cross the trail.
Whack 'em on the head,
A Bosun's cane will never fail.
The cane man,
The cane man can,
The cane man can cause he whittles a fine cane, a walking stick for you.
The cane man makes.
Every stick he takes,
Practical and good looking.
And if it's a pot of gumbo you're cooking
You can stir with it, if no one's looking!
Aren't you glad you found one,
In Bosun's Cane Cache?
If it ever runs low,
He'll make up another batch.
The cane man,
The cane man can cause he whittles a fine cane,
A walking stick for you.
And the cane works good cause the cane man made it to.
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 21, 2005 23:27:17 GMT -5
To the tune of The Ballad of Davey Crockett as recorded by Various ArtistFor ParkerPlus, whose talent for finding clever hiding spots for micro caches is seemingly endless! It might be he calls Pasadena home,
But it's all over Houston he does roam.
Putting out micos that will blow your mind.
You've not lived till you've made a ParkerPlus find.
Parkerrrr, ParkerPlus, King of the micro cache.
"Welcome to my Parlor" first he did beckon,
Then with the "Avon Lady" we had to reckon.
Did you find one there on a freeway bridge?
Beside art sculpture, or top of the ridge?
Parkerrrr, ParkerPlus, King of the micro cache.
Were you crying at the "End of my Rope"
Hit a "Bump in the Road" and lost all hope?
He will fool you once, he will fool you twice,
You'll be lucky if he doesn't fool you thrice.
Parkerrrr, ParkerPlus, King of the micro cache.
Parkerrrr, ParkerPlus, King..... of.....the.....mic.....ro cache.
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Nov 27, 2005 9:12:18 GMT -5
To the tune of All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth as recorded by Various Artist
This was to sing along the way to finding the All I want for Christmas is an FTF! cache, but it has now been archived. No more FTF's for Christmas there.
Somebody always gets there before me,
I never get an FTF as you can see,
I don't know just who to blame for this catastrophe!
But my one wish for Christmas is as plain as it can be!
All I want for Christmas
is an FTF,
an FTF,
I wanna FTF!
Gee, if I could only
get an FTF,
then I could have a
"Merry Christmas."
It seems so long since I could say,
"I logged an FTF today!"
Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,
if I could only be First Finder!
All I want for Christmas
is an FTF,
an FTF,
I wanna FTF!
Gee, if I could only
get an FTF,
then I could have a
"Merry Christmas."
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Post by Wild Cat Bud on Feb 26, 2006 23:29:33 GMT -5
At last inspiration has struck and I have a new song parody to post!
To the tune of Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) as recorded by Don McLean
This one is in honor of our illustrious approver and the frog he works for....
Sorry, sorry site
Was going caching Saturday
For this funny game we play
But we could not find a new cache at all
Just empty pages
Nothing there, it near enrages
Makes us feel we are in cages
Trapped inside with no treasure to be found.
And we have no understanding of what is to be
Why we suffer their insanity
Why they will not hear our plea
They do not listen
They do not know how
And they're not listening now
Sorry, sorry site
Sunday, no new cache to log
New batteries lie silently in wait
To lend their strength to the game
Nothing ever came
Mornings passed, nights descended
Cache pages unattended
Hiders and seekers sit and bide their time
And we have no understanding of what is to be
Why we suffer their insanity
Why they will not hear our plea
They will not listen
They do now know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For we're part of the game
And do not wish to defame
But when no hope was left in sight
On that Sunday all but gone.
We took our game as players often do
To that other field across town
We hope that they won't let us down, say, can we play with you?
Sorry, sorry site
Weekend has come and gone
Time wasted checking the cache pages
Gas saved, but so much time we've lost
Which one is of greater cost
We've put away our GPS
For we know we can not impress
Our wishes upon the powers that are
Now we think we know and understand what is to be
We will suffer their insanity
They will never hear our plea
They will not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will....
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