Sixteen Pins

Some people say a man is made outa mud
A big-wall climber's made 'o of muscle and blood
Feet like a spider, arms like King Kong,
A mind that's weak and a grip that's strong

Ya hammer sixteen pins, and what do you get,
Another pitch higher up off of the deck
Saint Peter don't you call me, cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the REI* store... *[or MEG, or EMS]

I was born one morning when the rain didn't fall,
I picked up my harness and I walked to the wall,
I climbed sixteen pitches of 5.9 A5
My belayer said, "What? You're still alive?"

Ya hammer sixteen pins...

If you see me climbing, you'd better step aside
A lot of men didn't, and a lot of men died
Pitons of iron, superior skill
If the tricams don't get you, the rope drag will

Ya hammer sixteen pins...

Lyrics by Ilana Stern (with apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford)