And Such it is.. The Era that will never return Happy Thanksgiving to you John and all my other friends in Jacksonville and Gainesville.. THE BIG APE!
Ode To The BIG APE
South of Jacksonville near Doctor's Lake,
east of seventeen, stood the mighty BIG APE.
Built in the fifties by a man named Brennan,
for decades and decades the hits were spinnin'.
The building had secret doorways and a swimming pool
and a fountain with copper coils to keep the transmitter cool.
The pool was covered over, it's kind of sad,
no more pretty female listeners, bikini clad.
The alumnus are scattered far and wide,
but BIG APE stories abound, some true, some lies.
The one that no one will ever forget,
is about the owner going down in his private jet.
His pretty miss pilot was attending the stick;
could the playboy have been dippin' his wick?
True or not, the BIG APE had an indelible label,
as the station that played on and off the turntables.
Then came the Kaplans, Sis and Stan,
and the BIG APE became famous across the land.
Raft races, beach patrol, skimpy bikini contests,
if the BIG APE did it, you could count on the best!
Not since the seventies has there been a Jacksonville station,
that could claim the former Big Ape’s audience domination.
It's DJs were legends, talented and fun,
They came from all over to play in the sun.
Wheeler, Murphy, Mc Keever and Plaster
Dickie Do and Trippey Rippy...no one could talk faster!
Dr. John, Bill Duncan, and Alan Moore,
and, of course, The Greaseman who the listeners still adore!
So the legend lives on of the AM station,
that gave it's listeners a daily vacation.
They forgot about their day in, day out grind,
prizes, hits, and fun DJs were theirs to find.
Rumor has it late night ‘neath the "old" APE tower,
which radiated fifty thousand watts of power.
Voices can be heard in the winds that whine,
saying "My favorite dial position is sixty-nine".