Well, here's a new song I conjured up in the space of 2 hours, while the super bowl was playing. Hope ya like it.

      “Munk Chat”
      To the tune of “Love Shack” By The B-52s
      Performed by Burning Satan Monkey
      [Wescott Vance Atticas, Faith Forrester, Gadget Hackwrech, Claw Atticas
      Chip Elmwood, Dale Oakmont & Foxglove Digitalis]
      Copyright 1999 Ultrabox Industries

      [Fade into a chatroom online. The squeaks and squeals of modems logging on fill the air. Wescott, Faith and
      Gadget stand before microphones on a stage built of silicon. Beside them, Claw holds an acoustic guitar, Dale
      twirls drumsticks for his drums impatiently, Foxglove and Chip test their horns. Wescott taps his feet.]

      Wes: 1...2...3..4...

      [The music starts. The crowd before them goes wild.]

      Wes: If you see a faded post at the Acorn Cafe, it says “Fifteen Clicks to the...”

      Faith: Muuuuuuuunk CHAT!!! 
      Munk Chat, yeah...yeah...
      I’m on the Information Superhighway....

      Faith, Gadget: Looking for the Rangerrrrr Getawaaaay....
      Headed for the Ranger Getaway...

      Wes: I got me a Mac, and it’s outdated, Jack,
      And we’re headin’ on down to the Munk Chat...
      I got me a Sportster, it’s 28.8, 
      So hurry up, or you’ll be late, late, late!

      Faith, Gadget: Well, the Munk Chat is a little old room where,
      We can talk together....
      Munk Chat, baby...

      Wes: A-Munk Chat, baby...

      Faith, Gadget: Munk Chat, baby, Munk Chat...
      Munk Chat, baby, Munk Chat...

      Wes: Online, baby, that’s where it’s at, 
      Online, baby, that’s where it’s at...
      Sign says...

      Faith, Gadget: WOOO!

      Wes: Stay away, fools! 
      Cause RR rules, at the Mu-u-unk Chat...

      Gadget: It’s a private room at the back of AOL,
      Just a funky ol’ chat, and I gotta get back...

      Faith: Blankets on the couches...
      Munchies in the Galley...
      Scratches on the table...
      Dust is on the TV.....

      Faith, Gadget: Well, the Munk Chat is a little old room where,
      We can talk together....
      Munk Chat, baby...

      Wes: MUNK CHAT, BABY!!!

      Faith, Gadget: Munk Chat, that’s where it’s at,
      Munk Chat, that’s where it’s at...

      Wes: Yakkin’ and a-playin’,
      Singin’ and discussin’
      Rarely ever fightin’
      Or we’d have a concussion!
      THE CHAT ROOM SHIMMIES!!!

      Crowd: WHOOO!

      Wes: YEAH, THE CHAT ROOM SHIMMIES!!!

      Crowd: WOOHOO!

      Wes: THE CHAT ROOM SHIMMIES
      WITH EVERYBODY MOOFING
      AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!

      Faith, Gadget: Everybody’s dancin’ ,everybody’s prancin’, baby..

      Wes: Folks invitin’ others inside just to get DOWN!!

      Faith, Gadget: Everybody’s dancin’, everybody’s prancin’, baby...

      Wes: Funky lil’ chat...FUNKY LITTLE CHAT!

      [Claw’s guitar solo. The crowd roars.]

      Wes: Hop on my Sportster, it’s as slow as an ox,
      How it works is a paradox!

      Crowd: WHOOOO!!!

      Wes: My modem is on, it’s 28.8
      So c’mon, or you’ll be late, late, late!

      Faith, Gadget: Well, the Munk Chat is a little old room where,
      We can talk together....
      Munk Chat, baby...

      Wes: A-Munk Chat, ba-aaby...

      Faith, Gadget: Munk Chat, baby, Munk Chat...
      Munk Chat, baby, Munk Chat...

      Wes: Online, baby, that’s where it’s at, yeah...
      Online, baby, that’s where it’s at...

      [Crowd mutters at the sudden silence in the chat room.]

      Faith, Gadget, quietly: Click, click, click on the window, baby...

      [Click, click]

      Wes, quietly: Click a little louder, baby...

      Faith, Gadget: Click, click, click, on the window, baby...

      [Click, click]

      Wes: I can’t see you...

      Faith, Gadget: Click, click, click, on the window, baby...

      [Click, click]

      Wes: CLICK A LITTLE LOUDER, SUGAR!

      Faith, Gadget: CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, ON THE WINDOW, BABY!

      [CLICK, CLICK]

      Wes: I CAN’T SEE YOU!

      Faith, Gadget: CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, ON THE WINDOW, BABY....

      Wes: CLICK A LITTLE LOUDER!!

      Faith, Gadget, shouting: CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, ON THE WINDOW, BABY....CLICK CLICK!!

      Wes, shouting: ON THE WINDOW, BABY!!!!

      Faith, Gadget, shouting: CLICK, CLICK!!!!

      Wes, shouting: ON THE WINDOW!!!

      Faith, Gadget, shouting: CLICK, CLICK!!!!!

      Wes, shouting: ON THE WINDOW, BABY!!!!!

      Faith, Gadget, shouting: CLICK, CLICK!!!!!

      Wescott, yelling: YOUR WHAT?!?!

      Gadget, screaming: PHOOOOOOOOOOOOONE LINE!!!...Disconnected!

      Faith, Gadget: Munk Chat, baby, Munk Chat...

      Wes: Online, baby, that’s where it’s at, yeah,
      Online, baby, that’s where it’s at....
      Yakkin’ and a-playin’, singin’ and discussin’
      At the Muuuuuunk Chat!!!

      [The crowd claps and applauds. The members of Burning Satan Monkey take a bow. Faith’s ears hit the floor as
      she bows. Wescott falls over as the curtain closes on them. Fade out.]

      Thanks for your time.

      Eddie Baird
      CEO of UltraBox Industries

      "Great Feems Of Lightning!"
      -Wescott Vance Atticas 

      Wescott/Eddie