Lyrics

AR and DG (Eleanor Rigby)

Ahhh, look at all those multipliers,
Our score is gonna get much higher.

AR and DG
Tuning the band with a Yaesu One Thousand M P,
Got it for free.

Kenny is working,
On CT versions that’s made special just for John Dorr,
Nine-eighty-four.

All the other teammates,
Use Writelog or TR,
All the other teammates,
Will lose to them by far.

Ahhh look at all the multipliers,
Their score is gonna get much higher.

AR and DG
Picking a ref that they know, so they will feel at home,
His name is Oms.

Look at them working,
JAs and Gs making skeds just as fast as they please,
Switching with ease.

All the other teammates,
Can’t QSY as fast,
All the other teammates,
Are vying just for last.

Back at the WRTC (Back in the USSR)

Flew in from Boston and Paris on Air France
Didn’t get to bed last night
Wore my Bose headphones with fresh batteries
Man it was a quiet flight.

We’re back at the WRTC
You don’t know how lucky we are boy
Back at the WRTC.

First one was so long ago was quite a race
Gee it’s good to see the gang
Drinking beer and aquavit at the Radisson place
I think your GSM just rang

We’re back at the WRTC
You don’t know how lucky we are boy
Back at the WRTC.

Well the Seattle games really knocked us out
It was the first you’ll find
The W7s made us sing and shout
We all thought Danny Eskenazi was out out of his mind.

On to San Francisco with those Berkeley hills
And the next one in S5.
Now the SRAL’s got one in OH
Come and keep the flame alive

We’re back at the WRTC
You don’t know how lucky we are boy
Back at the WRTC.

Being for the Benefit of All the Teams! (Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite)

For the benefit of all the teams
There will be a show tonight in Helsinki
Headquarters will all be there
Late of Fredrichschafen Fair-what a scene

Over ops and cables, booms and towers
Lastly through a three-hole amplifier!
In this way all the teams will challenge the world!

The celebrated many teams
Perform their feat on Saturday at super rate.

K1ZZ will dance and sing
As all the teams stand in a ring – don’t be late

Mr. B&H assures the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course the amps will load balls to the wall!

The band should open after six
When all the teams perform their tricks the world around
And B&H will demonstrate
Ten charged up caps he’ll quickly short to solid ground

Having been two years in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all
And tonight WRTC is topping the bill.

Ducie on a DXpedition (Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds)

Picture yourself on a reef in the ocean
With emerald trees and powder blue skies
Everyone calls you, you’re tuning quite slowly
Through pileups of fabulous size.
Galvanized towers of loosely-guyed steel
Swaying way over your head
Look for the opening westwards at dawn
And it’s gone.

Ducie on a DXpedition
Ducie on a DXpedition
Ducie on a Dxpedition

Follow bands down as the sky starts to darken
Where regional people work regional guys
Everyone calls between big bursts of static
That peak so incredibly high.

Zodiac dinghies appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away.
Jump in the bow with your head in the bilge
And you’re gone.

Ducie on a DXpedition
Ducie on a DXpedition
Ducie on a DXpedition

Picture yourself at the claim in the airport
With Pelican cases and other tanned guys
Suddenly someone appears with the luggage
The girl with the XYL eyes…

Ducie on a DXpedition
Ducie on a DXpedition
Ducie on a DXpedition

Helsinki Beam(Norwegian Wood)

I once had a beam
or should I say
it once had me
It’s pattern was clean,
isn’t it keen, Helsinki Beam.

The SWR curve would let me
tune up anywhere
So I QSYed and worked
sev’ral new multipliaires.

I mostly CQed,
running up Qs,
don’t want to lose.

I ran until two,
then my partner said
“your turn to tune”.

He said 15 meters
was open and started to grin
And I tuned on 20
where Asians were still coming in

And when we were done,
the referees said we had won

Our log was real clean,
isn’t it keen,
Helsinki Beam?

Imagine

Imagine there’s no jammers
It’s easy if you try
No lids to QRM us
Only signals from the sky
Imagine all DXers
Making Q’s today…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do.
Nothing to QSL for
And no card checkers, too.
Imagine all DXers
Ragchewing in peace…

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for separation
Or charts and maps and plans
Imagine all DXers
Sharing all the world…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll work us
And DX will be as one

Martti Laine (to the tune of Penny Lane)

Martti Laine is a DXer showing QSLs
of every ham he’s had the pleasure to have worked.
And all the people he QSOs;
stop and say hello.
On the band edge is an EA8 with an amplifier
QRPers wish they could be loud like him
and the EA8 has a stack:
– and the boom is long.
Very strong.

Martti Laine is in my ears and in the sky
“Where do we go next?” his battle cry.
I sit, and QSY
to Martti Laine’s frequency;
he’s got another pileup,

And in his pocket is a license for P5
He likes to keep his passport real clean
For the Korean scene.

With Martti Laine the band is full with lots of Finnish ops;
With their antennas that are huge and real loud.
Martii says that they should all be proud;
40 over 9,
Sigs are fine…

Martti Laine is all I hear, that is no lie….
Police and jammers all will cry.
Martti Laine is in my ears and in the sky
“Where do we go next?” his battle cry.

Martti Laine…
Martti Laine…

Talk Naturally (Act Naturally)

They’re gonna put me in a multi
They’re gonna get a big score out of me
We’ll call CQ and maybe make a record
And all I gotta do is talk naturally

Well, I’ll bet you I’m gonna be a big gun
Might win some walnut you can never tell
And all you guys will see that I’m a big gun
‘Cause I can work the pile so well

Well I hope you come and work me at the multi
Then I know that you will plainly see
The biggest lid that ever made the big rate
And all I gotta do is talk naturally

We’ll make the scene about an op that’s sad and lonely
And beggin on 14150.3
I’ll work the band but I won’t need rehearsal
All I gotta do is talk naturally

Well, I’ll bet you I’m gonna be a big gun
Might get wallpaper you can never tell
And all you guys will see that I’m a big gun
‘Cause I can work the pile so well

Well I hope you come and work me at the multi
Then I know that you will plainly see
The biggest lid that ever made the big rate
And all I gotta do is talk naturally

The Sun is Out All Night (It’s Been a Hard Day’s Night)

The sun is out all night,
I’m just not fillin’ up the log.
The sun is out all night,
80 is useless, I’m in a fog.

But when I work a YU,
An HA or OK2,
Their signals seem all right.

JAs are weak all day
Russians are puny; no USA
And that gray line never comes our way,
Wish that aurora would go away.

Oh how I feel so alone,
No one will call me on phone!
Signals in Finland really bite.

When I’m home
Sleeping is easy at night.
In OH, there’s just too much
goshdarn light!
Light, yeah.

The sun is out all night
There’s no good countries
in the log
The sun is out all night
I’m weak in Paris and even
Prague.

If you would use your K2,
You’d be as weak as me too.
Let’s just get suntanned tonight
Let’s just get suntanned tonight
Let’s just get suntanned tonight

When I’m Sixty-four (In honor of N6TJ)

When I get older, losing my ears,
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me your 599,
Multipliers, Zone 29?

If I’d missed a sked at quarter to three,
Would you go at four?
Will you still work me,
will you still spot me,
When I’m sixty-four?

You’ll be older too…
And if you know the code, I’ll multiop with you.

I could be handy mending a beam
When the rotor sticks.
You can use the rhombic on the other bands
CQ Worldwide, Zone 36.
Working the low bands, long path and short,

Who could ask for more?
Will you still work me,
will you still spot me
When I’m sixty-four?

Every autumn we could rent a station on Ascension Isle
If it’s not too dear.
We shall run all day.
TechPluses on 10 phone,
Billy-Bob, and Ray.

Send a QSL card, post an email
Stating point of view
Remember I’ve been contesting since 1902,
And I’m two feet taller than you.

Give me an answer, Cabrillo form,
S-nine forevermore
Will you still work me,
will you still spot me,
When I’m sixty-four?