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This epic work was still in progress when MegaBrôøce broke up. You can see where I was working out the complex meter of the verses by means of the little caret symbols. And the gratuitous "-a" suffixes on a lot of words.
The inspiration came from a strategy-game parody from Steve Jackson Games. They made up "character sheets" for a game called Kung Fu CB Biker Mamas vs. the Aztec Wrestling Nuns--but there is no such game. I read the name and realized it had rhythm. But a difficult one to write a song around.
The Kung Fu CB Biker Mamas and the Aztec Wrestling Nuns
On the Pass-fic^ Coast(uh) Highway^ by the sand 'n'^ crashin' Surf^
See the sun^ a-goin' down;^ it's like-a^ nothin' of this earth.^
But da Mamas^ and the Aztecs^ they each-a say^ it's in their turf
Who can say how much blood that lovely beach is worth?CHORUS:
The Kung Fu CB^ Biker Mamas^ and the Az^tec Wrestling Nuns^
Lined up^ along the Free^way with their Har^ley Davidsons^
They're gettin'^ out their switchblades,^ (breath) draw'n'^ out their guns^
There's gunna^ be a showdown,^ gunna know^ who's number one.^Up here-a^ to the north,^ with her bike^ on its last legs^
It's Sister Sanguine,^ she's an Aztec^ with a bike^^
She's a Superior Mother, nun and the cream-a of the dregs
She can send you to hell-a fastern than you'd like.And in this corner Lilah's wearing her burnished belt of black
You know Crotch-a Rocket is the name-a of her bike.
She's a mistress of all forms of Old Kempo Attack
She never met an Aztec she didn't ask to take a hike