The VOA Sheridan Shelter Song

Sheridan Shelter Song
To the tune of “The Beverly Hillbillies”

Come and listen to a story
‘bout man named Fred,
Asked the Sheridan shelter
if they could spare a bed.
He was told he could stay
and could eat the shelter food,
but from that point on he was treated pretty rude.

Like soil, that is. Vexed was he.

Well, the next thing ya know
He was treated less than fair.
The director always spoke
With a condescending air.
She tripled his load
Of his worries and his strife,
He didn’t know that her ‘help’
Meant she’d overtake his life.

Meg’lomania to the gills, that is. Thinks she’s God. Grooves on pow’r.

His stay wasn’t long
‘cause he couldn’t acquiesce,
when accused of a crime
she demanded he confess.
He was kicked down the road
Cuz she was in a bad mood,
And no one would know
Cuz her actions aren’t reviewed.

(End theme, accelerando)
And now it’s time to say goodbye,
Cuz Fred could never win.
The tilted box that was her world
He could not quite fit in.
Underneath a bridge, he figured, was a better place to be,
Than to put up with the Sher’dan shelter’s ‘hospitality.’

Bye now!