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         Form a Conga Line 
        
        
        
         Tune: Billy Joel's "For the Longest Time" 
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh— 
Form a conga line. 
Oh, oh, oh— 
Form a conga— 
 
British pomp is something of a bore: 
Slow march; drum beats; pageantry galore. 
With Princess Di dead, 
The Queen has now decided, 
"We are resolved to form a conga line." 
 
Star Wars flicks mean standing in a queue; 
Hours and hours of nothin' much to do. 
If all the waiting 
Oftentimes is enervating, 
Then why not simply form a conga line? 
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh—etc. 
 
Things looked black in 1864; 
U.S. Grant was pondering the war. 
"This thing's a bummer! 
So if it takes all summer, 
I'll fight it out along this conga line." 
 
Any time your outlook is bleak, 
Go into your dance— 
But not cheek-to-cheek. 
Rhythmic bumps are not merely chic; 
They tone your physique 
Like a week spent in Tonga. 
 
Leap years bring a slate of candidates: 
TV spots and tedious debates. 
I think campaigning 
Might be almost entertaining, 
If nominees would form a conga line. 
 
When you face a drab status quo, 
Without any high, 
Without any low, 
You may find the better way to go 
Is slither to and fro, 
Like a faux tic-polonga. 
 
Someday, all will perish in the dust: 
Pride, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony and lust. 
But never fear, eh? 
We'll meet on Dies Irae: 
That'll be the day we form a conga line. 
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh— 
Form a conga line. 
Oh, oh, oh— 
Form a conga— 
Chika, chika, step—boom! 
Chika, chika, step—boom!  etc.         
        
         
         
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