The Ballot of the Peggy Awards

 
Well I’m a big filk singer, I’ve got fannish fingers
And I’ve SMOFed every con I’ve been
I sing about computers and I sing about cats
And sometimes I don’t pay to get in
I’m not all kinds of proud, I play all kinds of crowds
Even masq’rade halftime hordes
But it’s pure atmospheric till I get my lyric
On the ballot of the Peggy Awards

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Chorus:
Awards
    Wanna see my lyrics on the ballot
Awards
    Gonna hit the newsgroups like a mallet
Awards
    Wanna see my parody
On the ballot of the Peggy Awards

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I've got a cut rate Martin I call Bob the Spartan
That responds to every strum
I've got my funky cardboard Dumbek
(Someday I’ll learn to drum)
Now we all intend to slay our friends
Using songs instead of swords
But my victory is Pyrrhic if I can’t get my lyric
On the ballot of the Peggy Awards

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I got a lot of little homemade MP3 files
(Here, let me mail you one)
I got a hotline to Bob Kanesfsky
He's teachin' me the way to pun
I got all the fake books money can buy
So I never have to learn the chords
And I’m madly satiric but I can’t get my lyric
On the ballot of the Peggy Awards

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Aw, I can see my name now, right next to Tom Smith… beautiful!