We skipped no one in the circle
Some were witty, some did boar
It was lete, we all were giddy
But everyone still wantd more
Till we came to this old fellow
Who then, much to our dismay
Calmly strapped on his accordion
And then began to play

And so it was that evening
As the filker played his scales
That our faces, once just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

He said "It's been a while now
"Since the last time that I played
"And I thank you all for being here
"And I'm glad you all have stayed"
Those of us who were still conscious
Tried to tell him "let it be"
But he took it as a request
And played a Beatles melody

And so it was that evening
As the filker played his scales
That our faces, once just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

We said "There is no reason
"For you to wear that all night long"
But he said "Hey, it's not that heavy"
And tried to start another song
That's when sixteen Con Filk virgins,
Hoarse screams coming from their lips,
Leapt upon him, grabbed his squeezebox,
And tore it into little bits...

And so it was that evening
As the filker played his scales
That our faces, once just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale