The Ballad of Daisy Buchanan

by

Steve Dorsch and Vince Weaver

to the tune of

The theme to "Gilligan's Island"

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful chick,
Who was stalked by Jay Gatsby,
With the help of Nick.

In started in old Louisville,
At the house of Daisy Fay,
Who dated many soldier men,
But fell in love with Jay.

They dated for a little while,
Their marriage it was sure,
But to Daisy's great dismay,
Gatsby went to war.
Gatsby went to war.

But loneliness was getting rough
She dated other guys,
Then she married Tom Buchanan
To Gatsby's great surprise.
To Gatsby's great surprise.

Then they moved to NYC,
Gatsby followed suit,
With Carraway, the narrator. Wilson......, and his wife.
The golfing star,
The boarder and gambling man... here on East and West Egg.

Now five years later, Nick moved in
Gatsby had a plan
Of how to get his Daisy Fay
Back in his life again.

All the while unknown to her
Her hubby fooled around
With Myrtle the mechanic's wife
He paraded her around.

Daisy went to Nick's one day
Gatsby waited there.
He impressed her with his giant house
And began a love affair.

She made him stop his parties wild
He did it right away
The next step was for Daisy
To toss her Tom away.

But in a meeting of the three
Daisy chickened out
Then Tom Buchanan lost his cool
And chased the lovers out.

On the way back to their home
Daisy tried to drive.
Myrtle ran out in the street
And soon was not alive.

Wilson became quite distraught.
He wanted someone dead.
Tom sent him to Gatsby's house
To fill him full of lead.

So Wilson shot Daisy's boyfriend.
Committed suicide
But Daisy didn't mind as much,
She and Tom were fine.

So her friend Nick packed up his bags
Moved back to the middle west.
Daisy stayed with Tom her man
And thought of him no less.

That's as far as F. Scott went,
Her future he didn't make.
For all we know she's living now,
THERE IN EAST AND WEST EGG!

The above piece of literary filk was written for an AP English assignment in the Spring of 1995. Steve and I sang it for the class, and the music was so infectious that a few other groups who were doing song-parodies kept losing their melody and ended up on ours.

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