Fun FG songs by Tim Good

This is an entire page of Fiddlers Green 'take off' songs by our pal Tim Good.. His imagaination and creativity is mind blowing !!

You're a Green Fiend
(In Chandler, where paper is King, when boy meets plane, here's what they say)

When a plane catch your eye, that you just gotta try
You're a Green Fiend
When you spending your time printing out all the time
You're a Green Fiend

Your heart sings clipping out the wings and the tiny things
And you'll sing " 'Atsa nice one! "
Then you'll say "Yippi-yippi-yay, yippi-yippi-yay"
And you'll sound like a fella (Not that there's anything wrong with that...)

When you're starting to drool as the next model spools
You're a Green Fiend
When you dance down the street wearing naught but a sheet
You're a freak
When you starting to cream in your brand new blue jeans
signore
'scusa me, but you see, back in old Ari-Z
You're a Green Fiend

(When a plane catch your eye, that you just gotta try, You're a Green Fiend)
You're a Green Fiend
(When you spending your time printing out all the time, You're a Green Fiend)
You're a Green Fiend

<female backups> Your heart sings
<male backups> clipping out the wings
<females> and the tiny things
<males> And you'll sing " 'Atsa nice one! "
<females> Atsa nice-Atsa nice one!
<females> Then you'll say
<males> Yippi-yippi-yay, Yippi-yippi-yay
<all backups> And you'll sound like a fella
<Dean> Not that there's anything wrong with that...

When you're starting to drool as the next model spools
You're a Green Fiend
When you dance in down the street wearing naught but a sheet
You're a freak
When you starting to cream in your brand new blue jeans
signore
'scusa me, but you see, back in old Ari-Z
You're a Green Fiend

<all backups> A Green Fiend
You're a Green Fiend

Sun Devil Stadium, a full 100,000 paper modelers, we band of 7 on a stage at
mid-field. Hoards of busty young babes pressed up against the stage...

STOMP STOMP CLAP
STOMP STOMP CLAP
STOMP STOMP CLAP
STOMP STOMP CLAP
STOMP STOMP CLAP
STOMP STOMP CLAP
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Chipper, you're the man make a big plane
Postin' on the web gonna be THE BIG MAN some day
You got ink on yo' face
A smile in place
Sellin' your planes all over the place
Singin'

We will, we will print them
We will, we will print them

Chauncy you're a young man, fast man
Shoutin' in the street "Gonna build them all in one day!"
You got glue yo' face
Ain't no disgrace
Kickin our cans all over the place

We will, we will build them
Singin'
We will, we will build them

Now that we're all F G Green Fiends
Sneakin' in disguise, gonna take on the world some day
We got plans in place
to conquer space
Nobody gonna put us back into our place

We will, we will print them
Singin'
We will, we will cut them
Everybody
We will, we will fold them
We will, we will glue them
Alright

We've made our planes
One at a time
We've done each one of them
And they all came out fine
And bad mistakes
only a few
We've had our share of hands nicked in two places
But we've come through

We are the Green Fiends, my friends
And we'll keep on building - till the end
We are the Green Fiends
We are the Green Fiends
No time for plastic
'Cause we are the Green Fiends - of the world

We've bought our CD
And our secret key
We've gotten planes and castles
and everything that goes with it
We thank you, Chip

But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
You consider it a challenge in the card model race
And you ain't gonna lose

Won and won and won
We are the Green Fiends, my friends
And we'll keep on building - till the end
We are the Green Fiends
We are the Green Fiends
No time for plastic
'Cause we are the Green Fiends - of the world

We are the Green Fiends, my friends
And we'll keep on building - till the end
We are the Green Fiends
We are the Green Fiends
No time for plastic
'Cause we are the Green Fiends - of the world

The Green Fiends Song (Merry Christmas to you)

Green Fiends printing from an open file,
Scissors snipping out the fuse,
Jester's carols being sung by a choir
And Bone's dressed up in pantyhose.
Everybody knows a GeeBee and a Rocket Sleigh
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny dots on the page make us glow
We'll find it hard to sleep tonight.
We know that Chip Fyn's on his way -
He's loaded lots of planes and goodies on his page
And ev'ry Green Fiend's child is gonna try
To see if Daddy flies his planes into the sky
and so I'm offering this simple phrase
To Fiends from one to ninety-two
Although its been said many times,
Many ways: "Merry Christmas to you".

The Download

It's astounding;
Time is fleeting;
Madness takes its toll.
But listen closely...
Not for very much longer...
You've got to fill your drive.

I remember doing the download
Drinking those moments when
The freebies would hit me
And the web would be calling...

Let's do the download again.
Let's do the download again.

It's just a point with the mouse.
And then you click with the right.
Save the file to your disc.
You print your files all night.
'Cause it's that freebie stuff
That really drives you insane.
Let's do the download again.
Let's do the download again.

It's so dreamy, all of those damn freebies.
And you can't stop me, no, not at all.
With another web searcher, with firewall protection
Well secluded, I find all.

When you find a new freebie
You get heebie-jeebie
And nothing can ever be the same.
You search every last place.
Like you've got endless disc space.

Let's do the download again.
Let's do the download again.

Well I was surfin' round the web just a-having a peek
When a snake of a guy gave me a freebie link.
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.
He had a freebie plane, and it was super size.
He gave it to me and I felt a change.
Size meant nothing, I just want 'em free.

Let's do the download again.
Let's do the download again.

(hoot of exasperation)

I went one day about a month ago (a-ha-ha)
To have a little fu-un (a-ha) Internet
I ended up at a pretty site (oh yeah) a-ha-ha
Where the e-files flow-owed but boy were they hot

So here me a-are in the Barcelona Jail
Ain't got no frie-ends to post my bail
So here I'll sta-ay 'cause I can't pa-a-a-a-ay
Just send my ma-ail to the Barcelona Jail

I was crackin' walls, rakin' in the stuff (some Green)
And then I hea-ard the whistle blow
I started to run when a man in blue
Said "SeÒor! Come with me 'cause I want you!"

So here me a-are in the Barcelona Jail
Ain't got no frie-ends to post my bail
So here I'll sta-ay 'cause I can't pa-a-a-a-ay
Just send my ma-ail to the Barcelona Jail

Just five hundred dollars and they'll set me free (shouted excitement)
I couldn't raise a penny if ya threatened me
I know five "hunderd" don't sound like much
But just try to find somebody to touch

So here me a-are in the Barcelona Jail
Ain't got no frie-ends to post my bail
So here I'll sta-ay 'cause I can't pa-a-a-a-ay
Just send my ma-ail to the Barcelona Jail

Saturday Night's Alright for Printing

It's getting late, I wanna print my planes!
Chip, tell me when the new one's here.
It's seven o'clock, time pull the chocks,
Want to print a Mustang or a Lear.

My inkjet's a clunker, but I gotta keep it runnin'
And my disk drive is getting full,
That Cessna looks cute and the GeeBee's a hoot
The inkwells are totally full.

Ohhhhhh

Don't give us none of your architecture
We only want to print our planes!
Saturday night's alright for printing
Maybe get a Sopwith in!

Print about as many as a hundred planes
Gonna set the rez up high
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright

Well the CD arrived in the mail tonight
I'm lookin' for a swept wing that'll suit me right
I may surf the net a little to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out "I'll print three!"

About the only sound that I really like
Is the sound of a printer printing out a Tripe
I'm a juvenile, demented, with a little class
If you don't like this song, well, then, KISS MY ASS!

Roll Over Green Fienders

I'm gonna print a little airplane
Gonna print it on my HP DJ
It's a pretty little number
That Chip just posted today
Roll Over Green Fienders, I gotta print it out right away!

You know my scissors are sharpened
the Xacto blade is new
Got plenty of cardstock
I hope that I can print all the hues
Roll Over Green Fienders and tell ol' Chauncy the news!

I got the foldin' pneumonia
I need a dab of Elmer's White Glue
I got the rollin' arthritis
from the fuselages I've had to do
Roll Over Green Fienders, printin' 'em two by two!

Well if you feel you like it
print another, then cut and fold it
Flip it over and glue it on up now
and then you string it and there you have it
print another
Roll Over Green Fienders, printin' 'em two by two!

Well, early in the mornin' I'm a buildin up a storm and
Don't you step on my brand new Hughes!
Hey diddle diddle, I got to take a piddle
Or I'll flood out my new suede shoes
Roll Over Green Fienders and tell Tramposchie the news!

Chauncy builds like a madman
Faster than a spinning top
Prints 'em out like lightning
The rest of us could never keep up
Long as he got a plane the building will never stop!

Roll Over Green Fienders
Roll Over Green Fienders
Roll Over Green Fienders
Roll Over Green Fienders
Roll Over Green Fienders and dig these GeeBees and Hughes!

Rocket Dan

He made his plans last night
Pre-light,
IPO, nine a.m.
And he thought he'd be high as a kite by then.

We make him work so much,
He miss his wife.
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight.

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Oh, no, no, no,
I'm a rocket man,
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone.

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids,
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did.

And all this science,
I don't understand.
It's just my job, five days a week,
A Rocket man

Print It Out
The Green Fienders

Well, print it out baby now
Print It Out
Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
Come on and print it on out
Well print it on out, honey
You know it looks so good
You know it's got me goin' now
Just like I knew it would

Well, cut it out baby now
Cut it out
Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
Come on and cut it on out
You know you fold, on the line
You know you fold, so fine
Come on and fold the other wingtip now
And have a real good time, woo

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Yeah, glue it together now
Glue it now
Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
Come on and glue it up right
Don't let it twist, little bit
Don't let it twist off line
'Cause if it twist a little offset now
You've gone and wasted your time

Well fly it, fly it, fly it, baby now
Well fly it, fly it, fly it, baby now
Well fly it, fly it, fly it, baby now
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Seventy-three Meg later
After working hard all day
Rolled back from his desk
And here's what Chip had to say
"I'm callin' everyone to download this
And another four,
You can build these planes all day
cause they're free once more!"

The Green Fiends heard him callin'
We came one and all
And we were so busy watchin'
Those old planes download
The H -1 and the Travel - Air
Both of the GeeBees
Seventy-three Meg filled up just
as quick as can be

Pride, Chipper, pride
in your fine Mystery Ship
We're amazed, aren't we friends
At how you work so quick
Pride, Chipper pride
In your fine Mystery Ship
For your next piece of work
The Ike (we might have guessed)

(Instrumental)

Seventy-three days later
From out Arizona way
Out came a news blip
And here's what Chip had to say
I'm callin' everyone to come along
I've got more in store
You can build your lives away
HERE COME FIFTY MORE!

Pride, Chipper, pride
in your fine Mystery Ship
We're amazed, aren't we friends?
At how you work so quick
Pride, Chipper pride
In your fine Mystery Ship
For your next piece of work
The Ike (we might have guessed)

PLANES FOR THE WORLD

Chip Fyn posted up his Bulldog
Was a favorite plane of mine
I gotta get it now and a print it on out
And I'll make it when I have the time
I just hope that I can find the time
Singin'...

Planes for the world
All the boys and girls now
Planes for the kiddies 'cross the deep blue sea
Planes for you and me

If We were the Kings of the World
Tell you what we'd do
We'd throw away the plastic and the resins and the foam
Paper is the thing to do
Sing it now...

Planes for the world
All the boys and girls now
Planes for the kiddies 'cross the deep blue sea
Planes for you and me

------ electric piano ------

You know we love The Master
Love to make his planes
From the Camels to the Mustangs to the Golden Age of Racing
My printer's printing out another one
I said my printer's printing out another one

Planes for the world
All the boys and girls now
Planes for the kiddies 'cross the deep blue sea
Planes for you and me

Paper Model Planes

Printers whir, are you list'nin'
And your eyes, how they glisten!
A beautiful sight! We're printing tonight!
Printing out our paper model planes!

Now I'm done with this blue bird,
Gotta print me a new bird!
What will it be? Another GeeBee?
Printing out our paper model planes!

In the meantime we could build a rocket...
Or maybe that old time Western Town...
Chip says "Are you happy?"
We'll say "Yeah, man!"
'Cuz Green's the best of all that can be found!

Later on, as we tire,
To our beds, we retire,
We're dreaming away, We're happy this way
Printing out our paper model planes!

New York Minute, September 11, 2001

Thousands got up
Expecting to come back
Went down to the office
But they never made it back
They found some pieces
Scattered somewhere in the wreck
And they won't be with their loved ones in the morning

They all had homes
The love of a mate
The innocent lose sometimes
In the name of hate
This day we've crossed the line
And it's too much for this world
But for them it doesn't matter anymore

In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things are getting pretty strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to wail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door

In a New York Minute
Everything will change
In a New York Minute
Things have gotten very strange
In a New York Minute
Everything will change
In a New York Minute

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take some good advice
And take care of your own
One day they're here;
Next day they're gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The dust was falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left their mark,
"Baby, I miss you. Please come back."

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when they were here
But now it's time we gather together
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe

In a New York Minute
Everything has changed
In a New York Minute
You can't forget the pain
In a New York Minute
Everything has changed
In a New York Minute

You're the Green One, Mr. Fyn

You're the Green One, Mr. Fyn.
You really have appeal.
Your models they attract us
And they're really such a deal
Mr. Fyn.

You're a glad designer with an
unsold fifth wheel.

You're an artist, Mr. Fyn.
Your heart is full of soul.
Your fame is spreading wider,
And the world is your goal
Mr. Fyn.

They couldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a wild one, Mr. Fyn.
You have racers in your files.
And the choices are the widest
As a downloadable file.
Mr. Fyn.

Given the choice between the two of you I'll take the
downloadable file.

You're a cool one, Mr. Fyn.
You're the first of all the Fiends.
You're envied by the whole damn net
Your eyes, they have a gleam
Mr. Fyn.

The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote:
"Clean. Green. Fiend."

You're a modeler, Mr. Fyn.
You're the king of tabs and slots.
You occupy the highest spot
We toast you with a shot
Mr. Fyn.

Your page is an appealing gold mine overflowing
with the most graceful assortment of adorable
models imaginable,
Printed out on
Chopped up tree knots.

You satiate us, Mr. Fyn.
With all those Magic Keys.
You're a gifted graphic jockey
And you are the best, of course
Mr. Fyn.

You're a three decker saurkraut and bratwurst sandwich
With tabasco sauce.

FGGF Gilbert & Sullivan

I am the very model of the modern paper modeler,
I've done the Origamic Architecture and the animal,
I love to build the racecars and the spacecraft most fantastical,
From ships to trains and even twice, a Yamaha motorcycle;
But most of all I love those little aircraft from The Master: Chip!
I cut them out so carefully with my precision scissors, SNIP!
I fold them and I glue them, then I mount them on a paper clip,
You gotta love the way they go together in a hurry, ZIP!

The biplanes and the racers and the heavy iron from World War 2,
and all the jets from all the years that fly from here to Timbuktu,
In short in matters printed out on paper that's recycleable,
I am the very model of a modern paper modeler!

Life as a Green Fiend
(a corruption of Life in the Fast Lane by the Eagles)

He was a talented man, he was skilled with an iMac, (Chip)
And he was terminally nutty (me)
He built them up and he posted the pictures
Before we could even print ours (Chauncy)
He had a nasty reputation as a spacecraft dude (RM)
Him we'll call Sparky and him the Bike Dude (BB)
They said one thing in common, which Chip always dread
They'd say "Faster! Faster! Another before bed!"

Life as a Green Fiend
Surely make you lose your mind
Life as a Green Fiend

Eager for castles and hot for biplanes
The coming attraction, a big twin Mustang?
We have all the right colors; We have all the right tools
We download the files; We print them like fools
There were reams in the printer, smiles on our face
We pretended not to notice that we didn't have the space
Print every evenin', until it was light
We were too tired to build it, so we waited another night

Life as a Green Fiend
Surely make you lose your mind
Life as a Green Fiend
Life as a Green Fiend
All the planes, All the time
Life as a Green Fiend

Cuttin' and gluin', blinded by fumes
We didn't see our wives turn; and enter the room
They said, "Listen, baby! You bought this god-damn ring!"
"You've been in here makin' models, and you haven't fixed a thing!"
We said "Blame the Chipster! We really love his stuff!"
The wives, they say "I've had it!" and they storm off in a huff.
Then they're speedin' down that highway, feelin' freedom like before
We didn't care we were just dyin' to print more!

And it was

Life as a Green Fiend
Surely make you lose your mind
Life as a Green Fiend
Life as a Green Fiend
All the planes, All the time
Life as a Green Fiend

In a gadda da greenfiends
Ima Greenfiend

In a gadda da greenfiends, baby
Don't you know that I'm lovin' you
In a gadda da greenfiends, honey
Don't you know that I'll always be true

Oh, won't you come with me
And take this land
Oh, won't you come with me
And join this band
Please join this band

In a gadda da greenfiends, honey
Don't you know that I'm lovin' you
In a gadda da greenfiends, baby
Don't you know that I'll always be true

Oh, won't you come and see
What fun we've had
Oh, won't you come with me
It'll make you glad
You will be glad

In a gadda da greenfiends, honey
Don't you know that I'm lovin' you
In a gadda da greenfiends, baby
Don't you know that I'll always be true

Oh, won't you come with me
And print some Spads
Oh, won't you come with me
We will drive you mad
You will go mad

In a gadda da greenfiends, honey
Don't you know that I'm lovin' you
In a gadda da greenfiends, baby
Don't you know that I'll always be true

Oh, won't you come with me
Follow Chip now, Lad
Oh, won't you come with me
He's a real hip dad
Please take my dad

I Left My Disc In Someone's Disc Drive

The paper planes of Chip Fyn seem somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Dan's is of another day
I've been terribly alone, I've forgotten my friend today
I'm going nuts, I can't find my disc today

I left my disc in someone's disc drive
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little printer gears churn out my landing gears
This mourning song may chill the air, I don't care

My disc waits there in someone's disc drive
Alone unused and without me
When you come home to me from someone's disc drive
You're gonna stay right here by me

I Build My Planes

Planes planes build my planes
I build my planes
Yeah
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
I build my planes
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
>From town to town
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
I'm a real quick hand
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
I'm makin' lots of planes

I'm getting known building planes on every business trip
I gotta build me a plane or else I think I'll flip

The Green Fiends and me are gettin' real well known
Yeah, the plastic guys know us and they know to stay home

I build my planes
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
>From town to town
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
I'm a real quick hand
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
I'm makin' lots of planes
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
I build my planes
Build
Build my planes planes planes oooooo
Wah wa ooo
Wah wa ooo
Wah wa ooo

I always take my planes cause they're always a hit
And they've never missed yet with every desk clerk I've met

None of the planes is wasted cause it wouldn't be right
We need to spread the word every Saturday Night

Planes planes build my planes
I build my planes
Yeah
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
Wah wa ooo
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
Oooo ooo ooo
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
Ahh ooo ooo
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
Ahh ooo ooo
Build my planes planes planes I build my planes
Ahh ooo ooo

Highway

And now, The End is here;
And so I face The Final Curtain
I did what I shouldn't do
Exposed our crew, of that I'm certain

I've blabbed on the wrong group.
I've blabbed about the secret Green Way;
So much, so much for this,
I'll hit the highway.

Mistakes, I've made a few;
But this one here, deserves attention.
I did what I shouldn't do
You should, at least, give me detention.

I spread my dumb discourse;
Along the wrong side of the e-way,
Oh, well! Ain't that a piss!
I'll hit the highway.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
Something like this, one of us would do.
And then you'd take that stupid lout
You'd eat him up and spit him out.
I never thought I'd take the fall
I'll hit the highway.

I've choked, it's time I fried.
Send me my bill; my shame for snoozing.
And now, as peers decide,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
One simple slip - that cost me The Way
And may I say - in a most wry way,
"So. Goodbye Green Fiends.
I'll hit the highway."

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not Green Fiends, then he has naught!
To say the things he truly feels;
And rewrite songs like one who steals.
The record shows I should get hosed -
And hit the highway!

Highway to the Paper Zone

Sharpen up your razor
Looking at the gleaming edge
Cuttin' through the paper
Beggin' you to bend and glue

Highway to the Paper Zone
Ride into the Paper Zone

Rollin' up the fuselage
Foldin' up her wings tonight
Horizontal stablizer
Wing fillets are fittin' tight

Highway to the Paper Zone
I'll take you
Right into the Paper Zone

Cut along the edges
Always where I burn to be
The closer to the edge
The hotter the intensity

Highway to the Paper Zone
Gonna take you
Right into the Paper Zone

Highway to the Paper Zone

Green Fiend
Lynyrd GreenFiend

It don't give me no sorrow
it just fills me up with glee
For I must be building more now
There's so many planes in front of me

And if I take time for you girl
things just wouldn't be the same
For I'm as Green as a Fiend now
and this Fiend you cannot change
and this Fiend you cannot change
and this Fiend you cannot change
Chip knows I can't change

Buildin' planes is my first love
and that feeling you can't change
Please don't take it so badly
Lord knows I must play

Hey Bulldog

Chip Fyn
Does it once again!
Bulldog
What a pretty plane!
Some think that happiness is doing other things
You don't know what it's like until you build the wings

Mike-Ike
Yeah, you understand!
Sharp knife
In your sweaty hands,
Some think that happiness is rotating the tires
What makes us happy is to rig the flying wires

You can build with me, if you want to you can build with me

Green Fiends
Printing in the dark
Ten reams
Enough to build an ark
Some think that happiness is going to the zoo
We think the best thing is not running out of glue

You can build with me, if you want to you can build with me

Hey Bulldog

Fiddler's Green Fienders

I met an ink-stained, model fiend from Chandler
He tried to make me build one of his planes
He gave it ot me free from off his web site
Now I just can't seem to get 'em off my mind

I'm a Fiddler's Green Fiender
Gimme, gimme gimme a Fiddler's Green plane

I made the Mustang, Skytrain and the Lightning
I tried to put up some kind of a fight
The Chipster then he showered me with freebies
He filled my drive and now he fills my mind!

I'm a Fiddler's Green Fiender
Gimme, gimme gimme a Fiddler's Green plane
I'm a Fiddler's Green Fiender
Gimme, gimme gimme a Fiddler's Green plane
Alright!

I'm a Fiddler's Green Fiender
Gimme, gimme gimme a Fiddler's Green plane
Yeah, I'm a Fiddler's Green Fiender
Gimme, gimme gimme a Fiddler's Green plane

Feel Like Makin' Planes
Green Company

Green Fiends When I think about us I think about planes
Chipper Can't live without ya And your planes
Since I got those Golden Racers from our yesterday
When I print them It's like Heaven
The ink is dryin' dryin' dryin' all the way

CHORUS:
Feel like makin' Feel like makin' planes
Feel like makin' planes Feel like makin' planes
I feel like makin' planes with you

Baby If you think about it It's all about love
Mod'lin' If I had to live without it I live without love
And when we have the time to play We all build them
We would build them both night and day It's satisfying--

CHORUS:

SOLO

And when we get the promised bombers of our yesterdays
We'll be sittin' In our Heaven
As they're dryin' dryin' dryin' all the way

CHORUS: (4 TIMES)

Eight Planes A Week

Ooo we love your planes, Chip
Yes, you know it's true
Love the new plane too, Chip
Just like we love you!

Print them, cut them, fold them, glue them
We don't do nothing but build planes
Eight planes a week

Print them every day, Chip
Two or three each time
One thing we can say, Chip
Don't have enough time

Print them, cut them, fold them, glue them
We don't do nothing but build planes
Eight planes a week

Eight planes a week
We build them
Eight planes a week
Is not enough, let's add three more

Ooo we love your planes, Chip
Yes, you know it's true
Love the new plane too, Chip
Just like we love you!

Print them, cut them, fold them, glue them
We don't do nothing but build planes
Eight planes a week

Print them every day, Chip
Two or three each time
One thing we can say, Chip
Don't have enough time

Print them, cut them, fold them, glue them
We don't do nothing but build planes
Eight planes a week

Clicky on That

Download the airplanes in a flash
They're cheap, some only 3 bucks cash
And when you want to do some more
You just oughta buy another four
Clicky on that (download back)

Just finished printing out the Hughes
The wings are pretty in that blue
And then I'll cut it out tonight
And take my time and do it right
Clicky on that (download back)

I fold it up so nice and true
And now it's time for the Elmer's glue
Now that I've finished doin that
It's sittin pretty on the cutting mat
Clicky on that (download back)

<big sax solo>

I know Chip's looking through the books
To find what's next; he knows what cooks
So all you Green Fiends, wait a while
He'll post it soon and then we'll smile
Clicky on that (download back)

Clicky on that, Clicky on that
Clicky on that, Clicky on that
Clicky on that, Clicky on that

Sargent Paper

It was not too long ago, I'd say,
The Grand Master asked us all to play
Then he sent us all a hundred files
Now from ear to ear we all have smiles
So then he said "Here's what I'll do...
I'll toss in all these Magic Keys"
Chip Fyn's Green Fiend Paper Model Band

We're Chip Fyn's Green Fiend Paper Model Band
We're gonna rule the world you know,
We're Chip Fyn's Green Fiend Paper Model Band
Sit back and let us run the show,
Chip Fyn's Green Fiend Paper, Chip Fyn's Green Fiend Paper,
Chip Fyn's Green Fiend Paper Model Band.

It's wonderful to build them, it's certainly a thrill.
We've got so many to chose from,
We like to build them all one day
We'd love to build them all.

We don't really want to stop right now,
But we've gotta take a break somehow
Cause the Jester's gonna write a song
And he wants you all to sing along
So let me introduce to you
The One and Only Grand Master
of Chip Fyn's Green Fiend Paper Model Band

Build Yourself A Little Paper Model

Build Yourself A Little Paper Model,
print one out tonight!
From now on,
your troubles will be out of sight.
Build Yourself A Little Paper Model,
make the choice today,
From now on,
your troubles will be miles away.

Choose a plane from the Golden Days,
or the olden ways of war.
Castle walls or a Boy Scout bus,
There's no need to fuss! There's more!

Through the net you'll always find another,
If Bill Gates allows...
People near and far! C'mon and join the crowd!
And build yourself a little paper model now!

Build the Green Fiend Way

If everbody was a Green Fiend
Across the U.S.A.
Then everybody'd be building
Like Arizon-i-a
You'd see 'em printin' their airplanes
Sometimes a castle too
A pretty little white racer
Build the Green Fiend Way!

You'd catch 'em buildin' in Del Mar
Ventura County Line
Santa Cruz and Trestle
Australia's Narabine
All over Manhattan
And down Doheny Way

Everbody loves buildin'
Build the Green Fiend Way!

We'll all be pickin' that plane
We're gonna print real soon
We're loading up the cardstock
We're all in a swoon
We'll all be building all summer
We're all a Green Fiend that way
Tell the Chipster we're buildin'
Build the Green Fiend Way!

Mysteries and Howards
a couple nice GeeBees
And then there's those H-1's
What's next? A Mulligan?
All comin' from Chandler
out Arizona way

Everybody is buildin'
Build the Green Fiend Way!

Everybody is buildin'
Build the Green Fiend Way!

Born To Be Mild
Stepinshit

Got their RV running
Headin' for the highway
Lookin' for a cool spot
By some Oregon blue bay

And, by God, he's gonna make it happen
Take the world to a paper place
Print all of his planes at once then,
Expand into space

He likes drinkin' nightly
Baked beans make him rumble
When he's got the wind
Annie's duckin' for some cover

Like a true 'Zona child
He was born, born to be mild
When the temp's too high
He doesn't want to fry
Born to be mild

1. We admitted we were powerless over cardmodeling - that our lives had become empty without it.

2. Came to believe that only a Card Modeler greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.

3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of Grand Master Fyn as we understood Him.

4. Made a searching and fearless inventory of shelf space, Xacto blades, glue and cardstock, then reorganized our schedules to allot more time for ourselves.

5. Admitted to Grand Master Fyn, to ourselves and to another human being the exact nature of our emptiness before.

6. Were entirely ready to have Grand Master Fyn remove all these defects of character.

7. Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.

8. Made a list of all persons who preferred plastic models, and became determined to make converts of them all.

9. Made direct contact with such people whenever possible, except when to do so really put us in a bad mood.

10. Continued to take personal inventory and when the backlog of unfinished models dropped below possible finish in a lifetime, promptly purchased or downloaded sufficient quantity to eliminate this problem.

11. Sought through DSL and ISDN to improve our connection with Grand Master Fyn as we understood Him, paying for updates of His CD to continue the cause to win over the uneducated and the power to carry that out.

12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we carry this message to all people and to practice these principles in all our affairs.