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scruffyland
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It might just have been a dark and stormy night when an idea struck a guitarplaying friend of mine (Mitch). "I'm gonna call this song Scruffy!" He strummed (if it could be called strumming) his guitar, and sung (if it could be called singing) these lyrics (if they can be called lyrics) in a melancholy tone:
Scruffy
He was my dog
And then one day
He ran away
Far far away
He went to New York
He came in on the freeway
Hijacked a few cars
And then he met a hot dog vendor
The hot dog vendor's name was José
José had to close down for the day
Because he ran out of meat
But then he saw Scruffy
Poor Scruffy
Soon, whenever Mitch turned up anywhere with a guitar, he was deluged with requests to perform Scruffy. Quite possibly, it was due to the fact that Mitch could never remember what the lyrics had been when he last played it, so you were always sure of an interesting listening experience.
Scruffy also spawned a few parodies (well, I wrote them, but Scruffy spawned them :-) describing Scruffy's ultimate fate at the hands of José. Here are a few, to the tunes of:
Scruffy has also made his mark in fields other than music:
- I wrote a debate case about whether Scruffy was detrimental to youth. (A joke--Not to be taken seriously...)
- There's also a spiffy little logic puzzle starring Scruffy. I guess that makes it "scruffy logic"...kind of like "fuzzy logic".
I also went to a recent Halloween party costumed as José the hot dog vendor. My costume featured an apron emblazoned with the words "Jose's Scruffylicious Hot 'Dogs'," as well as some barbecue tongs and a box of corn dogs.