aka779 (10/23/82)
Beginning with this contribution, and depending on the response,
I plan to distribute a sampling of the parody songs put on by the
Circle of Janus SF Club of Indianapolis, IN. Tonight's selection
is from the 1980 play, UP THE CREEK, done
in honor of Philip Jose Farmer, the Guest of Honor that year.
[To the tune of Camelot]
(copyright 1980 by AKAndrews, Sr.)
RIVERWORLD
sung by Sir Richard Francis Burton who awakes on Riverworld and
finds that he is surrounded entirely by SF fans...
I've awakened by a slowly flowing river.
I see giant mushrooms each topped by a can.
And as these scattered bodies round me gather.
I see that we're all fans.
Somehow this scene is strange, yet still famiiliar
As in some dream ssome long lost memory swirled.
Yes, a book by some weird Spanish farmer.
This must be Riverworld!
Riverworld! Riverworld!
When all fankind is oneday resurrected
By a river that is serpentinely curled
Why then my friend it may well be suspected
We're on Riverworld!
Each day the grailstones split the dawn with thunder
Be sure to get your goodies in your pail
And meanwhile if you touch it through a blunder
You get burnt to hell!
Riverworld ! Riverworld!
Though it may give a person paws
On Riverworld! Riverworld!
Philip Farmer wrote thelaws!
Every person who has ever loved science fiction
Is gathered here, yes every chap and churl
For the biggest of the really big conventions
On Riverworld!
desires of fans are granted to a T here
Our pails get filled with books and bheer and gin
And if we gafiate or just OD here
We get born again !
[interrupted by script]
There're more, folks, so standy by while we adjust your set.
--Arlan Andrews, Indy