Mr. BoHangin

knew a man BoHangin and he'd chess boardside report for you in a dress suit
Brown hair, suit jacket, white shirt and tie, in old black shoes
He'd be the first caller to the internet chess radio show, he'd be the first caller, and would likely sit back and listen to his name on the radio
Mr. BoHangin, Mr. BoHangin, call in to the chess radio show.

I met him at a man vs. machine chess match in New York city, I was a down and out chess player
He looked to me to be the eye of patzer as he spoke right out
He talked of chess world championships, he talked of Garry Kasparov, laughing slapped his leg stale
Mr. BoHangin, Mr. BoHangin, boardside report.

He said the name BoHangin and he grabbed his cell phone and called into the chess radio show
He grabbed his binocular cameras for a better look at the chess action, oh he jumped so high and he clicked
He called the chess show from the ladies lounge, he called the chess show from the ladies lounge,
Mr. BoHangin, Mr. BoHangin, boardside report, yeah, boardside report.

He board side reported for the Man vs. Machine shows through out New York city
He spoke with tears of the year 1993 and of how FIDE screwed up the chess world championship
after 12 years he still grieves
Mr. BoHangin, Mr. BoHangin, boardside report.

He said I write now at every chance about chess news for hits on my web site.
But most of the time I spend plugging www.chessreporter.com  cause I drink so a bit
He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, please,
Mr. BoHangin, Mr. BoHangin, boardside report, call in,

Mr. BoHangin, boardside report

 

Mr. Bojangles - Bob Dylan