LONG-WINDED GUY
(written by Berkeley folksinger Pete Krug; during the Free Speech Movement in Berkeley)(as a humorous commentary on all the reporters during that exciting time)
One day as I rambled up from the bay shore
I spied a fair maiden who was crying, forsooth,
My love, he is waiting, I should call right away,
I have pounded and yelled till my voice is quite hoarse.
I never shall marry, I'll be no man's wife,
Then up stepped a young man, he wore glasses of horn.
He listened politely as through her sad tale she went.
But before I can save you from this man so uncouth,
He never will marry, he'll ne'er have a wife,
Now when they saw that they shared the same plight,
And now they are married and have children that fly,
And now whenever I pass through that part of town,
He never will marry, he'll ne'er have a wife,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
The cops they did whistle, the crowds they did roar.
And pounding in vain on a telephone booth.
But the man in this phone booth has been there all day.
But he still keeps on talking, and shows no remorse.
For I'm sure he'll keep talking for the rest of my life.
He offered his assistance to the maiden so forlorn.
Then he said, I will help you, or my name ain't Clark Kent.
I must first change my costume in a telephone booth.
For I'm sure he'll keep talking for the rest of his life.
They fondly linked arms and flew off through the night.
And it's all because of that longwinded guy.
I still hear him talking, for he hasn't run down.
For I'm sure he'll keep talking for the rest of his life.