Wild Wild Weyr

Kassima: "We [greenriders] don't all dress like that, I promise you. Only some of us do. And the see-through pants are a new one, I must say."

Note: The filks that I write at three in the morning are generally a bit surreal. This, as you can see, is no exception. Credit goes to the group Escape Club; it's their song 'Wild Wild West' that I've warped into what follows below.

Wild Wild Weyr

Forty-seven bright greens lighting up a wild scene;
North, east west, south, no place is safe now.
Sitting with your klah cup, waiting 'til they go up,
I'm in the Store Rooms hiding from the proddy.

She rides green, but I don't care;
I love her eyes and her wild, wild hair.
Dance to the beat that we hold dear,
Meeting every Threadfall,
Living in the wild, wild Weyr.
The wild, wild Weyr!
(Wild Weyr!)

Kassi's in the back room, she'll be taking bets soon,
Tery's wearing loose pants, Kich is starting to dance.
Forty-seven bright greens making riders nuts,
Gotta live it up, live it up,
J'lyn's pants have no butt.

She rides green, but I don't care;
I love her eyes and her wild, wild hair.
Dance to the beat that we hold dear,
Meeting every Threadfall,
Living in the wild, wild Weyr.
The wild, wild Weyr!
(Wild Weyr!)

Now put your 'skins in the air and never show a frown;
You can live it up, live it up, drink the contents down
And turn to the left, turn to the right,
I don't care as long as she flies tonight!

She rides green, but I don't care;
I love her eyes and her wild, wild hair.
Dance to the beat that we hold dear,
Meeting every Threadfall,
Living in the wild, wild Weyr.
The wild, wild Weyr!
The wild, wild Weyr!
(Wild Weyr!)
Yeah, wild Weyr!

Living for the long nights, relishing each green's flight,
Sipping from your klah cup, waiting 'til they go up.
Gimme gimme wild Weyr,
Gimme gimme free beer,
Gimme love, gimme love,
Gimme time to live it up.

Now put your 'skins in the air and never show a frown;
You can live it up, live it up, drink the contents down
And turn to the left, turn to the right,
I don't care as long as she flies tonight!

She rides green, but I don't care;
I love her eyes and her wild, wild hair.
Dance to the beat that we hold dear,
Meeting every Threadfall,
Living in the wild, wild Weyr.
The wild, wild Weyr!
The wild, wild Weyr!
(Wild Weyr!)
Yeah, wild Weyr!

			    ---Written by Kassima

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