THE GLACIAL GEOLOGIST

to the tune of "The Gambler." Lyrics by Sandin Phillipson, Ben Christianson, Dan Chicken (1992)

On a cold spring morning

At the Valders quarry,

We dug into the sand

Looking for organics.

So we took turns digging

And we found some little black leaves.

The Australian found some ice casts

And he said to me...

Chorus: 1st time

The next time I saw Valders

I was sitting in the lab room,

Looking at a quad

And staring at the clock.

The correlated section

Was giving me a headache.

So I asked my T.A.

And Roland said to me...

Chorus: 2nd time

The last time I saw Valders

Was when I took the final.

I had a nagging question,

I didn't know what to do.

So I raised my hand

To get my prof's attention.

Dave Mickelson came over

And gave me this clue.

He said, "Son, I've spent a lifetime

Out of reading glacial fabric,

Looking at striations, sorting diamictons..."

And as his voice droned into vagueness

I couldn't comprehend him,

So I went back to my seat

And the answer came to me...

Chorus: 2nd time

1st Chorus

You got to know when it's Valders,

Know when it's Two Creeks,

Know when it's Ozaukee,

Know when it's mud.

You never date your carbon

While you're digging in the field.

There'll be time enough for dating

When the field trip's done.

2nd Chorus

You got to know when it's Valders

Know when it's Two Creeks,

Know when it's Ozaukee,

Know when it's mud.

You never count your pebbles

While you're digging in the field.

There'll be time enough for counting

When the field trip's done.