ENQUIRING MINDS
© Greg Keeler 1990

The Bozone

In the Bozone, it's a primo bio-region.
In the Bozone, full of carnivores and vegans.
In the Bozone, it's the yuppie Foreign Legion.
Yes, the smog'll never reach 'em in the Bozone.

I went to a park out in this mountain town
And noticed folks was comin' in from miles around,
Just to listen to this bluegrass band. I didn't know its name,
But everything they played sounded the same.

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In the Bozone,
In the Bozone,
In the Bozone,
In the Bozone.

In the Bozone, where nature meets the city.
In the Bozone, hey, ain't the mountains pretty?
In the Bozone, but isn't it a pity
That we've reached the nitty gritty in the Bozone.

I went to a cook out in the mountain air
'Cause I heard Ted and Jane was s'posed to be there,
But the only one that showed up was a grizzly bear
That ate our steaks and sent us screamin' through the Bozone.

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In the Bozone, where the elk are made of metal.
In the Bozone, you can paddle, pole or pedal.
In the Bozone, where the millionaires all settle,
But be careful, all you get'll be the Bozone.

I went to the shopping mall. Boy, was it surreal.
I saw a stuffed polar bear mauling a stuffed baby seal,
And stuffed fish was hangin' all over the wall.
I said, "No wonder they call this place a mall!"

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