Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien
Music:"Edelweiss", Oscar Hammerstein

Nitro-nine, nitro-nine,
Every morning I make you.
In spray cans you will stand
Till in bookbag I take you.
Oil white as snow, you are mine to throw
Mine to blow -- whatever!
Nitro-nine, nitro-nine,
I will make you forever!

Nitro-nine, nitro-nine,
You've got thousands of uses.
Bombs away every day --
Leaves no need for excuses!
You will explode and destroy big roads,
Giant toads, whatever.
Nitro-nine, nitro-nine,
I will make you forever!

Nitro-nine, nitro-nine,
Professor says not to bring you.
Off we run, danger comes,
Then all praises he'll sing you.
"Wonderful stuff! I hope there's enough
To stop such a tough...." whatever.
Nitro-nine, nitro-nine,
I will make you forever!

Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien
Music: "Son of a Son of a Sailor", Jimmy Buffett
Basis: Doctor Who

As the son of a son of a Time Lord,
I've travelled time/space for adventure;
Rightin' what's wrong and then wand'ring along,
While ignorin' the High Council's censure.
I just couldn't stay on old Gallifrey
Playin' politics down the long years,
With a universe there full of secrets to bare,
Full of laughter and wonder and tears.

CH1: I'm a son of a son, son of a son,
Son of a son of a Time Lord -
Look-out-for-the-gun, corridor-run,
And scramble-to-turn-on-a-dime lord.

Now out in the far future,
When my body loses its order,
I will shake the hand of the old grey man
Who stands at the very last Border.
I doubt that I will die in bed.
When my friends are killed, then I die some.
But since the first gift I was given was life,
Well, I figure it's rude not to try some.

Ch2: Stars growin' dim, cold the timewinds,
Tardis shudd'rin' at what lies before us,
Cloister bell rings, time rotor sings
Tonight isn't likely to bore us!

Now where it all ends, I can't tell you, my friends.
It might even be as the Valeyard.
But I'll keep movin' on till my lifetimes are gone
No Lord President, lawyer, or coward, but

Ch1: A son of a son, son of a son,
Son of a son of a Time Lord.
Look-out-for-the-gun, corridor-run,
And scramble-to-turn-on-a-dime lord.

Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, 1st wk of Lent, 1993
Music: ttto "Starship and Haiku", Kathy Mar

I am the fly in the ointment, the butterfly's wing.
I'm the anomaly, I am the gadfly that stings.
I am a flower -- you might call it 'daisy' or 'rose'.
Commonest weed of the commonest stock,
Drab on the outside but rooted in rock --
Look at it closely with eyes that don't mock,
And it glows.

CH:
TARDIS Type 40
Close the doors and come inside
Leave another sun.
TARDIS Type 40
Watch the rotors rise and fall
Wand'ring never done

I am the Ka Faraq Gatri, and stardeath I wield.
I am Justice's sword, I am Weakness' shield.
I have made history; yet I am still just a pawn.
Tool of the Time Lords and schemer of schemes
Hobo buffoon with a head full of dreams
Who'll come to sew up the Universe-seams
When I'm gone?

CH:

I am not human, and yet I am only a man:
A renegade Time Lord out doing the best that he can.
Deprived of the friends by my side, I don't know what I'd do.
I'd be lonely, alone with all Time's worth of pain --
Have died long ago, gone berserk or insane --
And always I wish they could somehow remain
On my crew.

CH:
TARDIS Type 40
Close the doors and come inside
Leave another son
(Or daughter).
TARDIS Type 40
Watch the rotors rise and fall
Wand'ring never done.

Lyrics:Maureen S. O'Brien
Music:"When I'm 64", The Beatles

You say you love me forevermore
And forever true --
But although I never wish to disbelieve,
Some folks say so, and then they leave.
So if you'll pardon my skeptic ways,
Are you really sure?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
In 4064?

When I get older and regenerate
Many years from now,
Will you find you only loved this face of mine, (or)
My new body's just not as fine?
So if your love's a physical thing
And not to the core,
You'll never need me, you'll never feed me
In 4064.

Time passes slowly, you'll come to know.
You're immortal, too --
So it must be a permanent
Love 'tween me and you.

Somehow I doubt that you realize what 'forever' means.
(And) I'm not always pleasant -- in fact, to be harsh,
I can be a pain in the arse.
So think it over, think hard and think twice.
Then if you're still sure,
I won't mislead you; I'll surely need you
In 4064.