Written by Mike Watts & Randal Cox
to the tune of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus"
We all saw Al judging you last round.
Smoke was pouring out from ‘round his ears.
It was really sick, Nothing seemed stick.
He gave you hints to help you out, but you were much too thick.
Who knows if you will advance this time. We heard judges snicker in the hall
What a laugh they had at you and the stupid things you’d do,
And they were taking bets to see if you could tie your shoe.
Did you have a character this game. It was much too hard for them to tell.
But I guess you’ll come out fine, we know where you will shine.
Just take your team to the Open, it should be a Gold Mine.
Hey, don’t worry, you weren’t all that bad. We heard about another couple teams
One went 20 years, crying in their beers,
Before ad ment kept them from landing upon their rears.
We have a few sage words for you, now. Next year have a team name and a cheer.
Role-Playing opens doors, puzzles help some more.
Amuse your judge, you’ll never win if he thinks you’re a bore.
But if you want a good shot to win Try bribing each and every judge you have
Bring something to eat, something good and sweet.
Oh! Alby’s Roast Beef Sandwiches are really quite a treat.
