Tarheel Divers

Myth of the Cave by Helena Bell

And here are the lyrics to the Cave Diving Song, a parody based on the Jimmy Buffett classic "My Head Hurts, my Feet Stink, and I don't Love Jesus".

My head hurts, my fleece stinks and I don't love Exley,
It's that kind of mornin'
Really was that kind of night
Trying to tell myself that my finning is improvin'
And if I don't drown by Thursday, I'll be diving Friday night

Went down to Little River,
Barely made it down the stairs.
Tore my fingers on the cave walls,
This really isn't fair.

All of the sudden I wad'n alone,
Cause there was the reaper with all those bones
My heart it started rockin;
My eyes they started poppin'

Because there I was at the bottom of the cave,
Suddenly realizing I wadn't so brave,
Someone call a cab,
Grim reaper won'tcha pay my tab

And now my head hurts, my fleece stinks and I don't love Exley,
It's that kind of mornin'
Really was that kind of night
Trying to tell myself that my finning is improvin'
And if I don't drown by Thursday, I'll be diving Fridday night

Gotta get a little orange juice
And an Asprin for my head
I can't spend all day
Baby layin' in the bed

I'm goin down to Rennaker's and get some air,
Do another dive but the caves don't care
I'll pray to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day

But now my head hurts, my fleece stinks, and I don't love Exley,
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my finning is improvin'
And if I don't drown by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

Let me tell ya, I be caving Friday night
I mean I'll be 
Diving
Friday
Night