Packy Run

sung to the tune of "Sleigh Ride"

Just hear those bottles clinking
The empties are tinkling, too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you

Outside our friends are calling
And you'll be falling real soon
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you

Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, let's rush
We want to be a lush
We want to turn our minds into mush

Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, it's grand
Vodka in your hand
We're chugging along with a song in a liquor wonderland

Let's drink a rum and coke
And take a smoke or two
We'll snuggle up together
And chug a couple of brews

I'll mix a gin and tonic
That'll feel like a sonic boom
We'll stash the stuff away
When the R.A. knocks on our room!

There's a big keg party
At the house of 94
When they run out of suds
You know they'll go and get some more

We'll be singing those drinking songs we sing
'Til we're all sh*t-faced
And in the corner they're having a chugging race
Chug! Chug! Chug!

Thank God we have some friends
Who are old enough to buy
Otherwise this campus
Would go very dry

As the party goes on, we'll get so drunk
We will want to scoop
Oh, what the hell; it's better in a group!
Scoop! Scoop! Scoop!

Drink up, drink up
Drink up, that wine
Tasted so fine
But now I cannot walk a straight line

Drink up, drink up
Drink up, no way
Tomorrow's a school day
Oh, what the hell; we know damn well we'll skip classes anyway!

Just hear those bottles clinking
The empties are tinkling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you

Outside our friends are calling
And you'll be falling real soon
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you!


Original Lyrics by Mitchell Parish
Original Music by Leroy Anderson
New Lyrics by J.Dionne, S.Forrest, S.Pikora
Copyright 1948, 1950, 1987 Mitchell Parish, Leroy Anderson,
Dionne/Forrest/Pikora

Please Don't Cry

Please don't cry
Your tears are not meant to be here
But you are
No matter what they tell you

You were born
You are meant to live a lifetime
Live and don't exist
You are not a mistake

We all love you
And we're always here for you
I can't promise you much
But I can promise you this

Please don't cry
You are meant to live a lifetime
I can't promise you much
But I promise that we love you.


Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest

The Way They Were Planned

He sits by the window
A drink in his hand
Things did not turn out
The way they were planned

He looks out the pane
A tear in his eye
He just can’t wait
To break down and cry

It’s out of control
It happened so fast
Smiles and laughter
Are things of the past

Solutions and reasons
Sink into the sand
Things just don’t turn out
The way they were planned.


Copyright 1990 Scott C. Forrest

Empty Playgrounds

Empty playgrounds filled with empty laughter
Slides that should know smiles
Swings that should know grins

Nobody merry on the turntable of sadness
Grass that knows no gladness
Dirt that knows no dances

Clouds of gray envelope the area
Rain that supplies the tears
Wind that supplies the sobs

Protective tape keeping us away
See-saws that understand sadness
Children that understand loneliness.


Copyright 2009 Scott C. Forrest-Allen