Ode To My Old Bowling Green Friends

As my friends from Bowling Green gather to clean Candace's creek during their fourth annual "Creek Day," I thought I would add to the festivities with a satirical take on Pat Benetar's "Love is a Battlefield"

Creek Day’s a Battlefield (lyrics sung to Pat Benatar’s “Love is a Battlefield).

There is mud!
Knee-deep in creek muck we stand.
No promises, just demands
Creek Day’s a battlefield.

We’ve got rakes!
No one can put on the brakes
Creek crap piling up for so long, all of us knowing
Creek Day’s a battlefield.

You’re beggin’ me to mow, you’re askin’ me to rake.
Why does my stomach ache?
It would help me to know
Do I get me a dog, or the best burger made?
Believe me, believe me, I can’t describe the thrill
When I’m sittin on your porch, and I’m standin’ by your grill.

There is mud!
Knee-deep in creek muck we stand.
No promises, just demands
Creek Day’s a battlefield.

We’ve got saws!
No stopping serrated claws.
Creek junk piles up for so long, all of us knowing
Creek Day’s a battlefield.

Were losing control
Will you let me spit or stoke the fire pit?
And before this gets old, will Creek Day feel the same?
There’s no way this will die
But if we clean much closer, we could lose control
And if Candace surrenders, you’ll need rakes to hold

There is mud!
Knee-deep in creek much we stand.
No promises, just demands
Creek Day’s a battlefield.

We’ve got pails!
Cleaning can solve all that ails
Scouring the creek for so long, all of us knowing
Creek Day’s a battlefield.

There is mud!
Knee-deep in creek much we stand.
No promises, just demands
Creek Day’s a battlefield.

We are strong!
No one can tell us were wrong
Cleanin’ the creek for so long, all of us knowing
Creek Day’s a battlefield.