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I cant remember wether it was about 1 or 2 years
ago this time the shack(and the "greater" world at large)
became Gidgeless....I did absolutley nothing last year
So I've no reference

Anyways I'd like to dedicate one to Gidgers!


"Jabberjaw"
Pain

Me and my friends get no respect
What does Scooby-Doo that we neglect?
We be puttin' all our foes in check,
but me and my friends get no respect.

So what? Who cares?
We're doin' it how we like.
I'm singin' into my mic
A special underwater mic.

Who's gonna save the world?
Who's gonna save the days?
From Ahab, crabs who steal and eerie eels with evil rays?
Who's gonna talk like Curly, since Curly isn't here?
Who's gonna chase down villains and then turn around and run in fear?
You know who I'm talkin' about, he's fat and short on brains and I do not mean Captain Caveman I mean Jabberjaw.

Tries to further justice without making waves, and to impress the ladies but his subtle ways get lost between the sediment and water mains...
"And I will never date you 'cause you smell like bait."

So what? Who cares?
When a supervillain plots,
to send an army of lobster bots,
to tie you up in sailor knots?

Who's gonna save the world?
Who's gonna save the day?
From Ahab, crabs who steal and eerie eels with evil rays?
Who's gonna talk like Curly, since Curly isn't here?
Who's gonna chase down villains and then turn around and run in fear?
Who's gonna stand for justice, when bad guys break the law?
You know who I'm talkin' about, we're Clamhead, Shelley, and Bubbles, and Biff, but if you're catchin' a whiff of fish it's Jabberjaw!



???why you ask???....I dunno


Peace Gidgers!!!!
Shloemoe misses ya!


Indeed, who's gonna talk like curly?

Well put, shloe. I'll throw in my own lyrics. Was racking my brain trying to think of something appropriate. I came up with Pink Floyd.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

I miss Gidge too.

ok