From under the tables at Willy's Pub, Ladies and Gentlemen, the Marching Owl Band!
Summer brought many changes to Houston. Why, the Astrodome itself became number two, not to Jay Mark's bald spot, but to New Orleans' Superdome. We now sit in the world's smallest enclosed football stadium, like the Astros: first in war, first in peace, and last in the National League. But trying, very trying.
When the Saints Go Marching In
While crying over our loss of stature, Houstonians can still take pride in the Dome's monumental scoreboard – a wonder of Madison Avenue technology. The Arabs may have all the oil, but it's still a drop in the bucket compared with the world's largest Oil ads.
Yes, it was a bad year all around this summer in the Astrodome. The Astros were so bad, the Lord tried to rain them out. The MOB forms waves and salutes life's small wet spots with "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on my Head."
Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head
At this point, Bobby Risinger removed the script from the hands of the announcer, Marc. The audience witnessed the remainder of the musical performance, but did not hear the rest of the script as written.
The Dome's problems were a molehill compared to those in the Rockies. Coors wanted to bring its spring brew to the bayou, and Spiro Agnew went to the mountain – shown on the field – to get a license for dealing. He didn't get it. Coors calld it "nolo contendere." That says it all.
You've Said It All
This show is entirely weak, and the MOB needs its Wheaties. However, the box is empty – no ifs, and or Butz. The wheat's been exiled to Siberia, which is where some would like to send our band. So that's where we'll return, to our breakfast of champions.
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Volga Boat Song
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