Gordon Nash
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sence 1998. So tonight I wrote an ode to FRFF called Gordon Nash,
that's right, named for our own Gordon Nash. It needs a good polishing,
so if you want to help me rewrite go for it. If you want to record it,
go for it! But here it is:
I was hanging at the budgie dome one night
When my eyes beheld an awesome site
A new york jew with covered thighs
and suddenly to my surprise
he was named Nash
He was Gordon Nash
The Gordon Nash
He was a budgiedome smash
He caught on in a flash
He was the Nash
He was Gordon Nash
>From the main stage to the east
To the Camp Nields where on Spageti they feast
The fruheads all came from their kiler tents
To meet with Gordon the nice Gents
he was named Nash
He was Gordon Nash
The Gordon Nash
He was a budgiedome smash
He caught on in a flash
He was the Nash
He was Gordon Nash
The Fruheads were having fun
The Party had just begun
The geusts included Wild Bill
Winded folkies walking up the hill
The scene was rockin', all were digging the noise
John on Keys, backed by girls and boys
Russell Wolff was about to arive
Fruvous reunite? Yes the dream is alive!
he was named Nash
He was Gordon Nash
The Gordon Nash
He was a budgiedome smash
He caught on in a flash
He was the Nash
He was Gordon Nash
>From lower fruvous, Shels voice did ring
Seems she was troubled by just one thing
She opened her tent and shook her bio
And said "Why isn't there camp Eddie from Ohio?"
he was named Nash
He was Gordon Nash
The Gordon Nash
He was a budgiedome smash
He caught on in a flash
He was the Nash
He was Gordon Nash
Now everything's cool, Shel's hands with the gang
Edhead's and Fruhead's Together they sang
Songs of BJ, Concubines, and Boo
Join in, tell them Gordon sent you
he was named Nash
He was Gordon Nash
The Gordon Nash
He was a budgiedome smash
He caught on in a flash
He was the Nash
He was Gordon Nash