Grand Outlandish

To the tune of Pollution
If you visit Grand Outlandish
All the sights there are most outstandish,
Just two things of which you must beware -
There is no water and there is no air.

Outlandish, Outlandish,
We get wind, we get rain, we get snow.
But year after year,
Just like the lemmings we go.

Fight a battle in the rain -
Slide in mud down the mountain again.
Wind gotta blow, rain gotta fall....
On a tourney site without a hall.

Snowball fight is at 10 A.M.
By three o'clock sunburned again.
Head is spinning on only one beer,
It's altitude sickness, never fear.

Outlandish, Outlandish,
The ghods must laugh at us;
Like birds of a feather,
We suffer together,
In wind, rain, snow, and dust.




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