Another "Weird Mike" Mackler Song Theater Presentation

Pocono (by the Beach Boys)

Chicago, Fontana, it’ll be our manna
To Dover, to Richmond, come on fill your beer fund
Las Vegas, and Bristol—shoot there like a pistol
anywhere

But in the Keystone State
There's a place called Pocono
You don’t wanna go there in the summer or the fall

Front stretch really wide
Across the line, drivers’ll glide
We’ll be falling asleep
To the sound of Wally Dallenbach’s voice
Up in Pocono

Boring, so boring, very very boring
So boring, way boring, its just way too boring
Too boring, its boring it is just so boring

Ooo I don’t wanna go to Pocono
Where cars go fast
But they seem really slow
500 miles? Oh no…
Way up in Pocono

(Then again, it sure beats Watkins Glen)

Traffic everywhere
Rich punks are in your hair
When the New York track’s built, will this track even still be standing there?

Cannot race at night
Its really such a blight
On the sked twice a year
We gave up Rock-ing-ham for this?
Way up in Pocono

Boring, so boring, very very boring
So boring, way boring, its just way too boring
Too boring, its boring it is just so boring

Ooo I don’t wanna go to Pocono
Where cars go fast
But they seem really slow
500 miles? Oh no…
Way up in Pocono

(Tri-angle? Man that’s a buncha bull)
Sax solo by Terry Labonte

Reality shows
In’trest me more than Pocono
I just don’t wanna go
Or watch or listen to it
Way up in Pocono