Come n’ listen to my story ‘bout a man named Scott
A poor moderator barely kept up with his flock
And then one day, he was on his keyboard
And in thru the door came the boss with the word
'Ship it by ground tomorrow 9 o’clock'
(950, that is, big box, new Outlaw crop)

Well the first thing you know, old Scott is the man
Kin folk said, ‘Yep we’ll stay in Outlaw land
Always liked hearing bout it and now its finally here,
the others left the waiting list and I don’t kear’
So they loaded up the truck and left the factory.
(Pro that is, PrePro’s,,Lots of channels, what a box)

Well, now it’s time to say goodby to Scott and all his kin
They would like to thank you folks for kindly droppin’ in
Your all invited back again to this locality
To have a heapin’ helpin’ of the 7 seventy.

(Sit a while take your shoes off.)