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    Lewis And Clark

    By Bill Fries & Chip Davis

    Now Arnold Jones 'n Marybeth Jensen 'as in a 'Vette down by the Deep-Rock
    Had John Denver on the 8-track gittin' high
    Marybeth's wig 'as on the floor and Arnold's feet was out the door
    When we shined our flashlight in Arnold's startled eyes
    I sez what chew doin' boy? Don't chew know that's aginst the law?
    We jus' gonna halfta git this situ-ation under control
    Now my name's Fairweather Lewis, an' this here's Willard Clark
    An' we the Pottowattamie County love patrol

    Then two hippies in their Chevys, puffin grass an' sippin' wine
    'bout fourteen miles southeast 'a Council Bluffs
    They 'as passin' round the peace pipe, when we caught 'em with our flashlight
    An' Willard's hairy hands applied the cuffs
    I sez, boys you got some trouble, you commitin' Herbicide
    We jus' gonna halfta git this situ-ation under control
    Cause my name's Fairweather Lewis, an' this here's Willard Clark
    An' we the Pottowattamie County weed patrol

    Then we spied old Marvin Kline a headin' south on twenty nine
    Like a midnight auto ac-cessory store on wheels
    His trunk 'as full of hubcaps, an' his back seat's full a tires
    When we picked him up an' made him spread his heels
    I sez hands up on the wall boy, you allowed to make one call
    We jus' gonna halfta git this sit-uation under control
    Cause see, I'm Fairweather Lewis, an' this here's Willard Clark
    An' we the Pottowattamie County Rip-Off patrol

    Then Orval Hinkle left the Go-Go club on his brand new motor-cicle
    Runnin' stop lights, raisin' hell an' causin' acci-dents
    His brain 'as doin' wheelies, an' his blood was 3-2 beer
    When we nailed 'im in his driveway at his resi-dence
    I sez Orval, you in trouble boy, an' if you blow this here ballon up
    We're gonna git yer situ-ation under control
    Now I'm Captain Fairweather Lewis, an' this here's Willard Clark
    An' we the Pottowattamie County Juice patrol

    Then we's passin' by the Dewdrop Inn when we heard this woman scream
    So we pulled on in an' parked an' got the guns out
    We bashed on through the lobby in to unit seventeen
    There's twenty eight folks in there without no clothes on
    I sez everybody up aginst the wall, an show us yer identification
    We jus' gonna definitely git this situ-ation under control
    Cause my name's Fairweather Lewis, an' this here's Willard Clark
    An' we the Pottowattamie County Sin patrol

    C'mon Willlard let's go sneakin' 'round in the dark somemore
    Never know whatcha gonna find


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