This was strummed plucked and sang each and every night out by the campfire at the 2012 Annual Dragon Run

(sung to the tune of "Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing")



Where have all the RYCA's gone ....

a long time passing ....

Where have all the RYCA's gone .....

Long long time ago.

I heard tell their wrists all hurt, all hunched over & cramping .....

poor bums began to burn, their inner legs rubbed to aching .....

Backs muscles begin to clinch,  with a long time yet to go.



Please, I'm begging for a gas stop break, get me off this thing !!!

My thighs are blistered and my bum is numb ....

Can't feel my hands and my back's on fire.  200 miles yet to go.

Hey, I think my sprocket splines are broke,

Gee, I'm sorry I can't come after all .....

The RYCA's they don't show.



Granny & Rex were here, waiting to eat the RYCAs

But none showed up to feed their gears .....

Long long time in tears.

So, where have all the RYCA's gone ....

Long time passing ....

Where have all the RYCA's gone .....

Long long time ago.


(gently stumming the strings & repeating the verses until the sound of drunken weeping around the campfire stops.   It's a sad sad mournful ballad type song, so don't you be a startin' up that silly hater stuff again)