From: "Dr. Charles Norris" <cnorris@pegasus.cc.ucf.edu>
Subject: Hotel Carillon -- Next hit single
Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 

THE WARRIOR

(to the tune of "The Gambler", by Kenny Rogers)
Lyrics by the RCE himself  (Chuck to most of you...)

On a cold stellar evenin'
In a Fleet bound for nowhere
I met up with a warrior
We were both too wired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
At the scanners there before us
Til Cylons overtook us
And he began to speak.

He said "Son I've made a life
Outta readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
And if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of capstones
But for a taste of your ambrosia
I'll give you some advice."

So I handed him my chalice
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a stogie
And asked me for a light.
And the bridge got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said "If ya' gonna play the game, boy,
Ya gotta learn to play it right."

CHORUS

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em
Know when to fire away, and know when to run.
You never count your cubits when you're sittin in the chancery
There'll be time enough for countin', when the claxxon's done.


"Ev'ry warrior knows, that the secret to survivin'
 Is makin' Cylons go away, and help protect the Fleet
 'Cause every every kill's a winner, and all TinCans are losers.
 And the best that we can hope for is to get away for keeps."

And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward the scanner
Crushed out his cigar butt, and listened to the beep.
And out into the darkness, the warrior he was launchin'
But in his final words I found a capstone I could keep.

REPEAT CHORUS