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mb · Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2004 4:22 pm Post subject: The Day Mique Said Goodbye

With apologies to Don McLean (???), RipleyDC created this little diddy:

Quote: A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How Chamique used to make me smile
And I knew if she had a chance
She could make those people dance
And maybe we’d be happy for a while

But ’04 made me shiver
With every paper that was delivered
Bad news on the doorstep,
I couldn’t take one my step

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about her wounded pride
But something touched me deep inside
The day of Mique’s Goodbye

*Chorus*

My, My, hear Washington sigh
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old gals were drinking beers with their fries
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
Mique hid out in a fallout shelter
Two games down and falling fast
The players tried for a forward pass
With Michael on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the Mayhem played a marching tune
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field
But the Mayhem they refused to yield!
Do you recall what was revealed
The day of Mique’s Goodbye?

We started singing…

My, My, hear Washington sigh
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old gals were drinking beers with their fries
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news…
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the phone booth floor
Where I’d cheered Chamique years before
But the man there said Chamique wouldn’t play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The Church bells all were broken

And the three women we admired most
Mique, Marianne and Vickie-at-post
They caught the last train for the coast
The day of Mique’s Goodbye

And they were singing…

My, My, hear Washington sigh
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old gals were drinking beers with their fries
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die