3Gun's Opera Solo

BG's a funny town

Plen-ty is going down

Strangers arriving

New business thriving

More women than ca-a-ttle

All prone to pr-a-attle

Making life miserable

With a soap opera carnival

The first one to harry

Her name is Ruechari

She stirs all the pots . . . and boy she's got lots

Lots of pots, lots of pots, boy she's got lots

And her pals, the other gals they all love to join in . . .

What they think is fun

Then there's AJ, and Ra-aven

The bartending ma-aven

No help to 3Gun

And that only leaves one

A pal from the get-go

Never a no show

Except for a head whack

She always comes back

She's the editor in chief . . . of the town's ne-w-s-paper

Prints the news, prints all the news . . . of each BG caper

Prints it out, hands it out, the best of news on the route

And there was a time, in AR dreams . . . when it was more than it seems

Of that there wa-a-s no doubt