The legend goes on 'cause some chicks passed it down,
to the people they call b**ths and gloomies.

The story:

we were practicing our listining skills in fifth grade social studies class and everyone had to memorize a verse of Edmund Fitzgerald. I had not studied at all and when the day came to sing infront of class, I sang the words metioned above and the kids started laughing, but the teacher thought I was joking and got totally steamed and sent me to the principals office where I got a Saturday D.T.