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THE REAL OLD TIME RELIGION
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tune: "Old Time Religion"
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(Chorus): Give me that real old time religion (3X)
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It's good enough for me!
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We will have a mighty orgy We will sacrifice to Yuggoth
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in the honour of Astarte we will sacrifice to Yuggoth
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it'll be a mighty party Burn a candle for Yog-Soggoth
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and it's good enough for me! and the Goat With a Thousand Young!
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We will all be saved by Mithras If your rising sign is Aries
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We will all be saved by Mithras You'll be taken by the Fairies
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slay the Bull and play the zithras Meet the Buddah in Benares
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on that Resurrection Day! where he'll hit you with a pie!
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I hear Valkyries a-comin There are people into Voodoo
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In the air their song is comin there are people into Voodoo
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They forgot the words! They're hummin! I know I do, I hope you do!
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But they're good enough for me! and it's good enough for me!
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We will venerate Bubastis We will read from the Kabahlah
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We will venerate Bubastis We will read from the Kabahlah
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If you want in, then just ast us! It won't get us to Valhalla
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'cause that's good enough for me! But it's good enough for me!
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We will all bow down to Enlil There are some who practice Shinto
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We will all bow down to Enlil there are some who practice Shinto
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Pass your Cup and get a refill! there's no telling what WE'RE into!
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With bold Gilgamesh the Brave! but that's good enough for me!
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We will all see Aphrodite We will all sing Hare Krishna
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Though she's pretty wild and flighty We will all sing Hare Krishna
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She will meet us in her nightie It's not mentioned in the Mishna
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And she's good enough for me! But it's good enough for me!
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It was good enough for Loki We will all go to Nirvana
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It was good enough for Loki We will all go to Nirvana
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He thinks Thor's a little hokey Make a left turn at Urbana
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and that's good enough for me! And you'll see the Promised Land!
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Here's to those who copy Conan There will be a lot of lovin
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Here's to those who copy Conan when we're meetin in our Coven
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They're just Followers of Onan Quit yer pushin and yer shovin
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and that's good enough for me! So there's room enough for me!
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We will have a mighty Party It was good enough for Sappho
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In the honor of Astarte With her lady on her lap-o
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Grab your chiton - don't be tardy She put Lesbos on the map-o
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'Cause she's good enough for me! With her pagan poetry!
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Shall we sing a verse for Venus, Well the Christians all are humming
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Of the Gods she is the meanest, Cause they say their God is coming,
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Cause she bit me on my...elbow Our God came three times this evening
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And it's good enough for me. And that's good enough for me.
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20 verses (more)
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"That Real Old-Time Religion" (Extra verses)
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We will worship like the Druids, Some guys have a circumcision
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Drinking strange fermented fluids, On account of their religion,
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Running naked through the woo-ids, An embarrassing incision
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Coz that's good enough for me. Cut just ENOUGH from me!
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We will sing a verse for Loki It was good for old Jehovah
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He's the old Norse god of Chaos He had a son who was a nova!
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Which is why this verse don't Hey there, Mithras! Move on ova'!
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rhyme or scan or nothin' Another resurrection Day!
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But it's good enough for me...
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It was good for Thor and Odin It could be that you're a Parsi
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It was good for Thor and Odin It could be that you're a Parsi
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Grab an axe and get your woad on! Don't need a ticket; you get in free
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and it's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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Azahoth is in his Chaos Just like Carlos Castenada
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Azahoth is in his Chaos Just like Carlos Castenada
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Now if only he don't sway us It'll get you sooner or later
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That is good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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If you think that you'll be sav-ed Jerry Falwell thinks he's sav-ed
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If you think that you'll be sav-ed In a lamb's blood he's been lav-ed
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If you follow Mogen David And HE thinks that I'M deprav-ed
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Then that's good enough for me! But that's good enough for me...
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We will sing to Lady Isis We will all bow down to Dagon
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She'll stand by us in a crisis We will all bow down to Dagon
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And She hasn't raised Her prices He still votes for Ronald Reagan
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And She's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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There are those who, when they've got e-
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Normous problems that are knotty
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They just take them to Hecate Thanks to great Quetzacoatl
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And that's good enough for me! And his sacred axolotl
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And his gift of chocolatl
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Was a time, so I've heard tell, a And please pass some down to me!
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Fine and promising young fella
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Gave his all to serve Cybele
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But that's damn well not for me!
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Well, she raised an awful flurry When old Gerald got it goin'
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When she made the scholars worry When old Gerald got it goin'
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Thank the Gods for Margaret Murray! All that hidin' turned to showin'
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She is good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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We'll sing praises to Apollo When we all bowed down to Nuit
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Where the Sun-God leads, I'll follow There was really nothin' to it
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From Ionia to Gaul-o (Alex Sanders made me do it...)
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And that's good enough for me! But that's good enough for me!
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Let us sing the praise of Horus We went off to worship Venus
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As our fathers did before us By the Gods! You should have seen us!
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We're the New Egyptian Chorus Now the Clinic has to screen us...
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And we sing in harmony! But that's good enough for me!
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41 verses (more)
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3
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"That Real Old Time Religion:" Extra Verses
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It was good enough for Granny It's not good enough for Reagan
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She could throw a double-whammy It's not good enough for Reagan
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That would knock you on your fanny He's too square to be a Pagan!
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And she's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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We will gather at our saunas Meeting at the Witching Hour
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When the spirit comes upon us By the Bud, and Branch and Flower
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To perform the Rites of Faunus Folks are raising up the Power
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And that's good enough for me! And that's where I want to be!
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We will worship mighty Cthulhu In the sky I hear a hummin'
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H. P. Lovecraft's big old hoodoo It's the UFO's a-comin'
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(1930's fiction voodoo....) That's not banjos that they're strummin'
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But that's good enough for me! But it's good enough for me!
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Oh the Phillistines abound Oh we all will follow Buddah
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Oh the Phillistines abound Oh we all will follow Buddah
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They had the biggest Baals around And we'll eat no food but Gouda
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And that's good enough for me! Which is Gouda-nuff for me
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Oh, our Spirits will awaken We'll sing praises to Apollo;
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Oh, our Spirits will awaken Where the Sun God leads we'll follow
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Watch the Universe a-quakin' ('Though his head's a little hollow) -
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Which is Gurdijeff to me! He's good enough for me!
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Let us raise a toast to Bacchus, We will worship Great Cthulhu,
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We will raise a royal ruckus, We will worship Great Cthulhu,
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Then we'll lay us down and f**k us And we'll feed him Mr. Sulu
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That's good enough for me. 'Cause that's good enough for me!
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It was good enough for Buddha, We all worshipped Dionysus
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As a god he's kinda cute-a, 'Till we ran into a crisis -
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And he comes in brass or pewta' The bar had raised its prices;
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So he's good enough for me! That's not good enough for me.
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Uncle Crowley was a dreamer We will go and sing "Hosanna"
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At the Abbey of Thelemer To our good ol' pal, Gautama,
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But his magic is a screamer, He will never flim or flam ya',
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So it's good enough for me. And that's good enough for me!
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Oh we'll all be Fundamental When the clouds they are a'rumbling
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And be Holy Testamental And the thunder is a'grumbling,
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And never Trancendental Then it's Crowley that you're mumbling,
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And that's good enough for me! And it's good enough for me!
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There are some that call it folly Shall we sing a verse for Thor,
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When we worship Mother Kali. Though he leaves the maidens sore?
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She may not be very jolly They always come back for more,
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But she's good enough for me. So he's good enough for me!
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Shall we sing in praise of Loki, It was good enough for Odin
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Though he left poor Midgard smokey? Though the tremblin' got forbodin'
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Oh, his sense of humor's hokey, Then the giants finally strode in,
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But he's good enough for me. But it's good enough for me.
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4
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"That Real Old-Time Religion:" Extra Verses
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Montezuma liked to start out There's that lusty old Priapus
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Rites by carrying a part out He's just itching to unwrap us.
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That would really tear your heart out, (He'd do more to us than tap us
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But it's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!)
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We will all bow down to Allah Where's the gong gone? I can't find it
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For he gave his loyal follow I think Northwoods is behind it!
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Ers the mighty petro-dollah For they've always been cymbal-minded
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And that's good enough for me! And they're good enough for me!
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I was singing Hari Rama We will pray with those Egyptians
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With my friend the Dalai Lama Build pyramids to put our crypts in
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'Til they dumped us in the slammer Cover subways with inscriptions,
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But that's good enough for me which is good enough for me.....!
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One-eyed Odin we will follow We will pray to Zarathustra
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And in fighting we will wallow And we'll pray just like we usta
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Till we wind up in Valhallow I'm a Zarathustra boosta!
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Which is good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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Hare Krishna gets a laugh on I'll arise at early mornin'
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When he sees me dressed in saffron When the Sun gives me the warnin'
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With my hair that's only half on That the Solar Age is dawnin'
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But that's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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We will sing a verse for Eris Of Great Murphy much is spoken
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(Golden apples for the fairest!) For his Law shall not be broken
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Though she sometimes likes to scare us It's not pretty when he's woken
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But she's good enough for me! Things go wrong for you and me!
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We will sing for great Diana If your god of choice is Squat
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Who will teach of love and honor Well then trendy, man, you're not -
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But you really gotta wanna! But you'll get a parking spot!
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'Cause she's tough enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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We will venerate Bubastis Call Him God, or call him Allah
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'Cause my cat walked up and ast us The priest will take your dollah
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(Now the cat box is DISASTROUS!) Easy living from -your- follah-
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But it's good enough for me! -wers, but sorry, -not- from me!
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I'll sing some songs to Lilith, Now Danae was sweet as flowers,
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Not so young, and not so girlish, She was into golden showers;
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and She's always PMS-ish, And that showed her Zeus' power
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but She's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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And what about this Bacchus, Diana is a little spikey
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Who lives just to raise a ruckus? And she is a little dyke-ey
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Loosens women so they'll f*** us, You don't have to be a Psych-e
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Well, that's good enough for me! To know that's right for me!
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Lilith wears a lacy nightie That Bob Larson shrieks and hollers
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And She is a little flighty Fighting demons in his callers
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She will get you all excite-y Save his program: SEND YOUR DOLLARS!
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She's wet-dream enough for me! And that's good enough for me.
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5
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With the aid of my athame Well I'm tired of Ronald Reagan,
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I can throw a "double-whammy" He's too square to be a pagan,
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(And can slice and dice salami!) Let's all vote for Carl Sagan!
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So it's good enough for me. He's good enough for me.
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We will worship with the Fundies L. Ron Hubbard liked precision
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With their itchy hair-shirt undies And he founded a religion
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If they don't bring "Mrs. Grundy," That has caught a lot of pigeons
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Then it's good enough for me! And it's good enough for me!
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We will worship Holy Ford We will worship with the witches
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Beta, Delta, Gamma, Lord 'Cause we're rowdy sons-of-bitches
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But the Alphas might get bored And they scratch us where it itches
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A Brave New World for you and me! And that's good enough for me!
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There are those who follow Crowley Some folks pray to the Orishas
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Tho the stuff that he held holy Tho their humor can be vishas
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Turn your your brain to guacamole When they grant your stupid wishas
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But he's good enough for me! But they're good enough for me!
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There are those who scream and hollar There are those who worship Satan
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And get hot under the collar And are just anticipatin'
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For their god, Almighty Dollar, Armageddon's conflagratin'
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Who is good enough for me! That ain't good enough for me!
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There are those who worship no gods Some folks worship the Kachinas
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For they think that there are low odds Some folks worship the Kachinas
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That the god-seers aren't drunk sods They look like "deus ex machinas",
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But they're good enough for me! But they're good enough for me!
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Some folks worship all of Nature We will read from the Cabala.
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Tho they love to taunt and bait-cher Quote the Tree of Life mandala
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They're just funnin', they don't hate-cher It won't get you in Valhalla,
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And they're good enough for me! Yet it's good enough for me.
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Some folks pray to the Great Spirit There is room enough in Hades
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Most folks just cannot get near it For lots of criminals and shadies
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So they hate it and they fear it And disreputable ladies,
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But it's good enough for me! And they're good enough for me.
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To the tune of Handel's "Largo" Praise to Popacatapetl
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We will hymn the gods of cargo Just a tiny cigarette'll
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'Til they slap on an embargo Put him in terrific fettle
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And that's good enough for me. So he's good enough for me.
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We will drive up to Valhalla We will all bow to Hephaestus
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Riding Beetles, not Impalas As a blacksmith he will test us
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Singing "Deutschland Uber Alles" 'Cause his balls are pure asbestos
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And that's good enough for me. So he's good enough for me.
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We will sing of Iluvatur, We will sing of Foul the Render,
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Who sent the Valar 'cross the water Who's got Drool Rockworm on a bender
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To lead Morgoth to the slaughter In his cave in Kiril Threndor--
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And that's just fine with me. They're both too much for me.
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We will sing the Jug of Issek, Of Lord Shardik you must beware;
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And of Fafhrd his chief mystic, To please him you must swear;
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Though to thieving Mouser will stick, 'Cause enraged he's a real Bear,
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And that's good enough for me. And that's good enough for me.
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You can dance and wave the thyrsos Let us celebrate Jehovah
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And sing lots of rowdy verses Who created us "ab ova"
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Till the neighbors holler curses, He'll be on tonight on Nova
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And that's good enough for me. 'cause he's good enough for me.
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We will go to worship Zeus Let us sing to old Discordia
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Though his morals are quite loose 'Cause it's sure she's never bored ya
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He gave Leda quite a goose And if she's good enough for ya
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And he's good enough for me. Then she's good enough for me.
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We will sing a song of Mithras Let us sing to Lord Cthuhlu
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Let us sing a song of Mithras Don't let Lovecraft try to fool you
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But there is no rhyme for Mithras! Or the Elder Gods WILL rule you
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Still he's good enough for me. And that's good enough for me.
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We will go to worship Kali Let's all listen up to Jesus
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She will help us in our folly He says rich folks like old Croesus
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She'd be quite an armful, golly! Will be damned until Hell freezes
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And she's good enough for me. And that don't sound good to me.
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Let us watch Ka.ka.pa.ull Let us do our thing for Eris
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Frolic in her swimming pool Goddess of the discord there is
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Subjecting chaos to her rule Apple's golden, it's not ferrous
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And that's all right with me And that's good enough for me
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Of the Old Ones, none is vaster
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Even Cthulhu's not his master
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I refer to the unspeakable *-----* (well, do YOU want to say it?)
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and that's good enough for me
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Let us worship old Jehovah Let us sing for Brujaria
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All you other gods move ovah Though the blood's a lot less cleaner
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Cause the one God's takin' over It's not Christian Santaria
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And it's good enough for me So it's good enough for me
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Timmy Leary we will sing to We will worship Sun Myung Moon
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And the things that he was into Though we know he is a goon.
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(Well, at least it wasn't Shinto) All our money he'll have soon.
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And that's good enough for me. And that's good enough for me.
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We will pray to Father Zeus We will go down to the temple,
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In his temple we'll hang loose Sit on mats woven of hemp(le),
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Eating roast beef au jus, Try to set a good exemple [sic],
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And that's good enough for me. And that's good enough for me.
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We will finally pray to Jesus, We will all go to Nirvana
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From our sins we hope he frees us, So be sure to mind your manners
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Eternal life he guarantees us, Make a left turn at Savannah
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And that's good enough for me. And we'll see the Promised Land.
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There are people into voodoo There are followers of Conan.
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Africa has raised a hoodoo And you'll never hear 'em groaning
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Just one little doll will do you Followed Crom up to his throne(in)
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And it's good enough for me. And it's good enough for me
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We all worship Aphrodite, Now watch out for the Maya's,
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and Her sister bold Astarte, They might really try to fry ya,
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They both throw a pretty good party, Sacrifice people not papaya's,
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And that's just fine with me! Just as long as its not me!
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Let us praise the Holy Fool Don't neglect that shrine of Zeus'
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For he's breaking all the rules Tho he's lost his vital juices
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Holds you up to ridicule, The old boy still has his uses
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And that's good enough for me! And he's good enough for me!
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There's one thing that I do know No one wrote a verse for Buddah
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Zeus' favorite is Juno Tho I think they really coulda
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She's the best at doing..you know! And I really think they shoulda
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And that's good enough for me! 'Cause he's good enough for me!
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Tho J.C.'s into fish, too, Anytime that I start hearin'
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He's an avatar of Vishnu "Jesus loves you" I start leerin'
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So he is welcome here, too, Maybe so, but not like Brian
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And that's good enough for me! Which is good enough for me!
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All the Gods tore into Loki If you're really into dancing
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Saying Deicide is hokey! And you wanna try some trancing
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And they threw him in the pokey! Then the Voodoo gods are prancing
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And that's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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If you wanna worship Odin Good old Thor's the god of thunder
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You don't have to have a coat on Really helps us get our plunder
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Grab a sword and slap some woad on Tho his head's still truly dunder
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And that's good enough for me! He is good enough for me!
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I don't really go for Shinto And for those who follow Cthulhu
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It's just something I'm not into We have really got a lulu:
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Tho I guess I could begin to Drop a bomb on Honolulu!
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'Cause it's good enough for me! 'Cause that's good enough for you!
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Well it's good enough for H***** Let's all drink to Dionysus
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He's a mighty kinky master Wine and women beyond prices!
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When you pray he goes much faster He made a Maenad out of my Sis!
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And that's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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Let us dance with Dionysus The late return of the Prophet Zarquon
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And get drunk on wine and spices Caused his followers to hearken
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The Christians call them "vices" As the Universe went dark on
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But they're good enough for me! All of you and me!
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Let us note the might of Ils We'll invoke the blessed Camber
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With a thousand or more quills And the Unicorn of Amber
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By the light that from him spills And the wizard Deliamber
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He is good enough for me! They're good enough for me!
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When we worship Bacchus We will venerate old Bacchus
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The ethanol will sock us Drinking beer and eating tacos
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We'll all get good and raucous Til you've tried it please don't knock us
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And that's good enough for me! 'Cause it's good enough for me!
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When you worship Rusto Warriors for Allah
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Treat your friends with lust-o Are sure to have a gala
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Pursue youyr faith with gusto! Time in old Valhalla
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And that's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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They revered ancient ENIAC In the halls of Frey and Freyja
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And sacrificed to UNIVAC All the priestesses will lay ya
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Now we sing our chants on VAX pack If you're good enough, they'll pay ya!
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And that's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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It was good enough for Cupid Let us worship sweet Eninni
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It was good enough for Cupid Let us worship sweet Eninni
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His wings look kind of stupid In a skimpy string bikini
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But that's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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In Pwyll's hall you will be welcome Well Dimuzi's on vacation
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But he's not at home too often He'll be back when spring awakens
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Spends all his time in Annwyfn There will be such recreaction
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And that's good enough for me! There will be enough for me!
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In his dancing Pan will lead them Pan's pipes got plugged last summer
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When his pipes call we will heed them And it really was a bummer
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In truth tho, he don't need them Finally had to call a plumber!
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He's more than enough for me! But he's good enough for me!
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We will venerate old Hermes We will worship now with vigor
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With his staff entwined with wormies The goddess known as Frigga
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Warding off the nasty germies Tho there are some who don't dig her
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And that's good enough for me! She is good enough for me!
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I pray to Ahura-Mazda Let us all now worship Ra
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He's one god who sure won't pause ta And take care of our Ka
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Pound some heads when given cause ta We'll all sit round and go "Ah-h-h!"
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Which is good enough for me! Which is good enough for me!
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We will all do praise to Horus Here's an invitation for us
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In an old Egyptian chorus All to go and worship Horus
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If there's something in it for us Doff your clothes and join the chorus
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Then it's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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As the goddess Kali dances Oh the ancient goddess Nerthus
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With her worshippers in trances From herself the Earth did birth us
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You can learn some Hindu stances And I wonder: are we worth us?
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And that's good enough for me! But she's good enough for me!
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It was good enough for Venus We will sing our staves to Venus
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She'd have sighed if she'd of seen us We will sing our staves to Venus
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Letting morals come between us Tho I think this rhyme is henious
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And she's good enough for me! But it's good enough for me!
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Let us call an Elemental We will all bow down to Gozer
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For a temporary rental Priestess did it with that Joser
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Just as long as it is gentle Cross the streams, and there she goes, sir!
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It is good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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We will worship with Poseidon In matters Dianetic
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We will meet him when the tide's in You need not get frenetic
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All the maidens he will ride in Make your Engrams copacetic
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Then he'll give 'em all to me! And that's good enough for me!
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All the hunters start convergin' And to help things get real racous
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When Diana is emergin' The priests of Pan and Bacchus
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It's too bad she's still a virgin Will hold a f***ing contest!
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But there's still hope left for me! And that's all right with me!
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We will got to worship Lillith If you get too tired
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Grab your cup, step up and fill it And you need to get up higher
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Tho 'ware she don't make you spill it! Just have Pele light your fire!
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And that's good eonough for me! From her island in the sea!
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Quetzacoatl's flyin' Drink to FUFLUNS he's just fine
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With the Toltec and the Mayan The Etruscan god of wine
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And the mushrooms he's been buyin' This verse doesn't really rhyme
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Are good enough for me! But it's good enough for me!
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We will worship Christian Jesus You can keep your saints with halos,
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And do just like John Paul pleases Your hosannas or dayenus:
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That we will... when Hades freezes! Let's throw virgins in volcanos!
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And that's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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Let's go worship Great Cthulhu, In Japan they thought it neato
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And run naked like a Zulu, When they worshipped Hirohito
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You and me and Mr. Sulu, But that didn't sit with SEATO
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And that's good enough for me! So it never more will be!
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I can't rhyme Ahura Mazda, We will all bow down to Venus
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And I'll praise the man who tries ta, As we dance upon Mt Zenos
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Then I'll wait for Barak Raz ta, We will worship with our....voice
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And that's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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Oh, the dollar is our Saviour And when old Quetzacoatl
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If we spend Her or we save Her Found a virgin he could throttle
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She controls all our behaviour And put her heart into a bottle
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There's not enough for me! It was good enough for me!
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There are those who worship science I'll go get my golden sickle
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And some would send 'em to the Lions And I'll wear it where it tickles
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But without 'em we'd have no appliance It ain't used for cuttin' pickles!
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So they're good enough for me! And it's good enough for me!
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In the church of Aphrodite John, Paul, George and Ringo
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The Priestess wears a see through nightie We will worship playing Bingo
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She's a mighty righteous sightie, We will listen to them sing-o
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And she's good enough for me! And that's good enough for me!
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Whether Low Church or it's High Church I have got a strange religion
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Or it's Pie-Up-In-The-Sky Church I will worship Walter Pidgeon
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Come on down and visit my Church Is he sacred? Just a smidgen!
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Cause it's good enough for me! But it's good enough for me!
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Brother Jerry is a cretin Brother Oral's in his tower,
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But with all the cash he's gettin' Trusting in the Lord's power
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Lotsa folks'll be forgettin Getting richer by the hour,
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It's the "Land of the Free!" Now he's got the ransom fee!
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Brother Robert's church is Crystal Brother Earnest is a healer
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But all the Bible that he's missed'll And not QUITE a wheeler-dealer --
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Make you "hotter than a pistol" More a jumper and a squealer
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But he's good enough for me! So he's good enough for me!
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Brother Jim and Sister Tammy Then there's good ol' Brother Billy
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Had a show that was a whammy Bringing souls in willy-nilly.
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But now they are in Miami All his trips are kinda silly,
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Tryin' t'get back on TV! But he's good enough for me!
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Let us read works of Confucius We will worship Xipe-Totec
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As we walk thru Massachusetts Tho it is a little lo-tek *
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In white robes that freeze our tushes It is not a bit ero-tek (erotic)
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But it's good enough for me! But it's good enough for me!
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* "low-tech(nology)
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We will worship Xochipilli And the Romans said of Jesus
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Though it might be a bit silly "Lets kill him, he don't please us"
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Running naked makes me chilly "But the Atheists will tease us"
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But it's good enough for me! And thats good enough for me
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You could join Jehovah's Witness
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Running door to door for fitness
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Well if you've been blessed with quickness,
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Then thats good enough for me
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We used to study old Confucius And let's not forget Pelagius
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As we sat there on our tushes Though some call him outrageous
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We're learning but don't push us He is pious and courageous
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And thats good enough for me And he's good enough for me!
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It's the opera written for us
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We will all join in the chorus
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It's the opera about Boris
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Which is Godunov for me!
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last update: 08/29/91
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More verses are always welcome to this collection. Send them to:
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Joe Bethancourt FIDO Net: 1:114/29 (602) 439-8070
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PO Box 35190 Internet: Joe.Bethancourt@f29.n114.z1.fidonet.org
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Phoenix AZ 85069
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IMPERIUM COMPOUND
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(Tune: "Lily the Pink")
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Now here's a story, a little bit gory,
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A little bit happy, a little bit sad.
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About a drink called Imperium Compound
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And how the SCA's been had! (1)
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Chorus: Oh we think, we think, we think,
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The King is a fink, a fink, a fink,
|
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A figure of respectability
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Rules the Kingdom thru Imperium Compound
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The results are plain to see!
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Duke Treegirtsea, was known for his courtesy,
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And his fighting prowess was well-renowned
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Took a thimble of Imperium Compound
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And the poor Duke nearly drowned! (2)
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Words with Andy, you never should bandy
|
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He is strong enough to kill a moose
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He drinks copious Imperium Compound
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But he can't take Jungle Juice! (2)
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Meriwold, he's the bane of a Skald, he
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Has no attributes of which to sing
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Polite and formal, incredibly normal,
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Are you SURE he was the King? (3)
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Bearengaer(y) he lived solitary,
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From his presence folks would hide in fear
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Dipped his blade in Imperium Compound
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And now we're stuck with him this year!
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Thaid Mak Tiessown, he taught us a lesson,
|
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And his praises now we sing,
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With the aid of Imperium Compound
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Any fool can be a King! (1)
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There was Al Frank, some thought him an old crank
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But a brilliant troubador and skald,
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Drank a toast with Imperium Compound
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Now he's prematurely bald! //and married!// (1)
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There was Roland, he wrote with a slow hand
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But in what he writes he does take pride
|
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Dipped his quill in Imperium Compound
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And took Wandor for a ride! //for money!// (2)
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Azarael, a melodious fellow
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Sings a song both sweet and terse,
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After drinking Imperium Compound,
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He gets verse and verse and verse!
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Hakan Redbeard, we thought him a bit wierd,
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We thought Vikings all were six foot four,
|
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Bathed his beard in Imperium Compound
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And he shrank right to the floor! //still singing!//
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After Hakan, we sing of the KaKhan,
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And his Horde, which never seems to leave!
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They just smile at Imperium Compound,
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I wonder what is up his sleeve? //wheet - thunk!//
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AltChorus: Oh, we think, we think, we think,
|
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The Khan is a fink, a fink, a fink,
|
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A figure of incredibility
|
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Rules the Horde with Ghengis Compound
|
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With results that you can never see!
|
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Robert Asprin, pulled many a fast one
|
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On the Kingdom and its' Kings,
|
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So we all drank Imperium Compound
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Now we can stand the songs he sings! //oh, yeah?// (4)
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There was Rolac, some thought him a Polack,
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But he was a Scot, you see,
|
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He took treatments of Imperium Compound,
|
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Now he's as wise as you or me! //not likely!// (1)
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Ol' Duke Siggie, a West Coast biggie,
|
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Didn't know enough for his own good!
|
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Threw a knife at Yang the Nauseating,
|
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And escaped with Brotherhood! (2)
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Kenneth of Cheviot, I haven't quite rhymed yet,
|
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But he has a fair and roving eye,
|
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When imbibing Imperium Compound
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He is never, ever, ever, shy! (2)
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Mongol Hordemen, those free-living swordsmen
|
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Subverting the Kingdoms from underneath!
|
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Have no use for Imperium Compound
|
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Except perhaps to brush their teeth!
|
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AltChorus: Oh we fink, we fink, we fink,
|
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The Khan and the Kink, the Kink, the Kink,
|
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And the Board, their Great Senilities!
|
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The Western Irgun, drinks Imperium Compound
|
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And we're BACK, with results you'll see! (13)
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Laurelin Darksbane, millenial elf-thane,
|
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Sought only for love and peace,
|
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Took a drink of Imperium Compound
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Now you'll find him in the trees!
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Daemon de Folo wants authority, solo,
|
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Like a tyrant he would be
|
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Stole a drink of Imperium Compound
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So much for MidRealm Heraldry!
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Anton Thoth-Ruhkh at drinking was no puke
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He has never ever reached his peak
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He was given Imperium Compound
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And pronounced it was too damn weak!
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Then there's Tjukka - his best friend's a hookah
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He's smoked substances both strange and rare
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He tried smoking Imperium Compound
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Now he breathes water instead of air!
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Thorbjorn he....needed a remedy
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For with ladies he took fright
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Took a drink of Imperium Compound
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Now he's horny day and night!
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Rory O'Tomrair an Irishman debonair
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Of bureaucracy had had his fill
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Took a swig of Imperium Compound
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Now he's Kingdom Sene-SHILL!
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Then there's Duke Andy, who never was handy
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And at fighting he was only fair
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Till he tasted Imperium Compound
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Now he's claws and teeth and hair!
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Grimdore Hawksbane looked like a Great Dane
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And the ladies always passed him by
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So he tried some Imperium Compound
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Now they follow him and sigh!
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From Ansteorra came Sir Galem Ostwestly
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A most noble, chaste, and holy Knight
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Took a swig of Imperium Compound
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Now he ***ks and sings all night!
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Baron Moonwulf had a small problem
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He thought Rivengut was just too sweet
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So we gave him Imperium Compound
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Now he cannot find his feet!
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Lady Laurel, with Authority Royal,
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Passes and rejects our heraldry
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She needs a swig of Imperium Compound
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Then perhaps she'd deign to talk to me!
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Kevin Perigrynne, we hoped that he'd win,
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When he made Duke William's helmet ring
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Though a mere Knight, he showed his great might
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Now he's our curly-headed King!
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AltChorus: Oh we think, we think, we think,
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The King is a fink, a fink, a fink,
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A figure of delectability!
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Combs his hair with Imperium Compound
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The results are plain to see!
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Said Kevin Perigrynne, I've really got to win
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My fighting poem is three years old today
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Rubbed his pinions with Imperium Compound
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And brought an old grey wolf to bay!
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Kevin Perigrynne, they told him "You'll never win!"
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You're just a falcon with a broken wing
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Rubbed his elbow with Imperium Compound
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Even a cripple can be King! (11)
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Said Princess Pattty, "We're going batty,
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But the Kingdom must come first, I've heard...
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We'll run our lives with Imperium Compound
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And give the Western Crown the bird!
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Lady Trude thought it her duty
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To turn a social wrong into a Right
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Proved her point with Imperium Compound
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And showed that Cheshire Cats can fight! //and scratch//
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Mary of Uffington said "Fighting's a lot of fun,
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But I've found a bigger thrill!"
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Earned a Clubbe with Imperium Compound
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Because it's lots more fun to kill!
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Siegfried the Urbane disguises a sharp brain
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Beneath a mop of flashy golden hair
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He rakes and he boozes, but it's Compound he uses
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When he runs out of savoir faire! (6)
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The Board of Directors styled themselves The Electors
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And another con they tried to swing
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Now the BoD drinks Imperium Compound
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So we no longer need a King! (7)
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AltChorus: Oh the Bod, the BoD, the BoD,
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It thinks it is God, is God, is God,
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The figure of Supreme Authority!
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And if we O.D.'d on Imperium Compund
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there'd be no need for Royalty! (7/8)
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Jon deCles rules, as if we were all fools
|
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And won't ever try to change his ways
|
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Once the Horde drinks Imperium Compound
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Then the Board will be deClesse! (9)
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AltChorus: Oh the Board, the Board, the Board,
|
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It isn't the Horde, the Horde, the Horde
|
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And in its' difference lies its' fall from grace
|
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Even the Dukes found they had to use Compound
|
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Just to keep it in its' place! (9)
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Princess Kelley, was always so smelly
|
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Everyone around her had to wince
|
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Rinsed her diapers in Imperium Compound
|
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And we've been smiling ever since! (10)
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Duke Henrik was a Dane, we all thought he was sane
|
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And a foolish thing he'd never try
|
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He mixed his sake with Imperium Compound
|
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Now he's a Danish Samurai! //ah! so!// (11)
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Oh, MEDIEVAL Net, we thought it was all wet
|
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With witty remarks, and other kinds of sass
|
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We'll feed our computers on Imperium Compound
|
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And BYTE the BoD right on its' righteous ass! (5)
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5
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Kaththea verKaysc, was so very nice-ic
|
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For the King and Queen made Crepes Suzettes
|
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Into her recipe went Imperium Compound
|
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And she became a Baroness! (12)
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Duke Sir Brion, with his pretty white suit on,
|
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Is a model of goodness and purity
|
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Never touches Imperium Compound
|
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(spoken:) And I'll sell ya seashore property in Yuma, too! (5)
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KaKhan Yang the...great imbiber of Tully,
|
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|
Said there was no drink that he feared
|
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|
So he tried some Imperium Compound
|
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|
And completely disappeared!
|
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Good old Duncan was often drunken
|
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Chasing all the ladies fair
|
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He bathed himself in Imperium Compound
|
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Now he has a little savoir faire! (5)
|
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|
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Christopher Houghton and his father dotin'
|
|||
|
Both undefeated sought the Kingship
|
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But Christopher bathed in Imperium Compound
|
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While William only took a dip!
|
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|
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Ioseph of Locksley, never changes his socks, he
|
|||
|
Runs around looking like a Cavalier,
|
|||
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He stocked up on Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And he has enough to last for years and years! (13)
|
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|
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AltChorus: Oh they forgot, forgot, forgot
|
|||
|
The Locks-e-ly Plot, the Plot, the Plot!
|
|||
|
And it works the best when it is underground!
|
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|
It isn't a hassle for a green-and-white tassle
|
|||
|
They're the ones that BREW Imperium Compound! (13)
|
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|
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Seneshal Keridwen, a leader of good men,
|
|||
|
Sought to give away her job
|
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|
She was poisoned with Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Now when we think of her, we sob!
|
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|
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Duchess Deshive, had it her own way,
|
|||
|
Ruled Caid, and as a Queen, did well!
|
|||
|
But they gave out Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
And a toga party blew it all to hell! (13)
|
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|
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Trelon of the Wood, he was very good, he
|
|||
|
Was a leader that had never been beat before;
|
|||
|
But Caid had Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
And Imperial Roman Caid won the War! //with help!// (13)
|
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|
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Criostan MacAmhlaidh don't like creepy-crawlies
|
|||
|
And she very seldom sees the light of day,
|
|||
|
But she drank some Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
And now she "pets de cat" in several ways! //meow!// (13)
|
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|
|||
|
In Tyr Ysgithr, it's regularly whispered there
|
|||
|
That the Kingdom is ruled over by a King // What's THAT? //
|
|||
|
They're "democratic" and quite erratic....
|
|||
|
They've forgot the purpose of the whole damn thing! (17)
|
|||
|
6
|
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There was a Viking, he once was my King,
|
|||
|
His name is Asbjorn, he's the one.
|
|||
|
Does his hair with Imperium Compound--
|
|||
|
Is it true blondes have more fun? (14)
|
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|
|||
|
Good old Ardjukk, he never got any nookie,
|
|||
|
He was always standing 'round behind the door
|
|||
|
But then he tasted Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
He's Afraid-Of-His-Cats, but he's got pussy galore! (5)
|
|||
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|
|||
|
Finvarr de Taahe, he needed a remedy
|
|||
|
For the falcons nesting in his hair;
|
|||
|
So he sprayed them with Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Now petrified falcons roost up there! (14-16)
|
|||
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|
|||
|
King Sir Mark von, with his pretty white suit on,
|
|||
|
Rules the Kingdom both with Grace and Purity!
|
|||
|
He never touches Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
At least not where anyone else can see! (5)
|
|||
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|
|||
|
Good King Christian, we never could question
|
|||
|
So it happened at October Crown:
|
|||
|
He led the Kingdom out into the water
|
|||
|
And his tooth was never found. (15)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
King Sebastian, he was a bastion
|
|||
|
Of Carolingian civility,
|
|||
|
So when he drank Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
He danced across the sea. (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
When Maragon ascended the Eastern Throne
|
|||
|
He found he need not do a thing
|
|||
|
He never heard of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
For only BoD can make a King! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Imperium Compound was a recipe found
|
|||
|
By Bruce of Cloves, the first to rule the East
|
|||
|
It was so long ago, he had sabre-tooth tygers
|
|||
|
At his Coronation feast! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Alpin MacGregor looked so regal
|
|||
|
In the purple robes of an Eastern King
|
|||
|
Then he tasted Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And he chucked the whole damn thing! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Duke Akbar, the bloodthirsty Moghul,
|
|||
|
By al-Q'uran is forbidden wine,
|
|||
|
So he drinks up Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
As a change from drinks sanguine! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
When Count Murad was the Crown Prince
|
|||
|
He was known far and wide as Akbar's lad;
|
|||
|
He drank to excess of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And then was known as Akbar's dad! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Rakkurai, the yarmulke'd Sam-rye
|
|||
|
Swore he'd never need a drink,
|
|||
|
When he was offered Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Just to prove the King's a fink! //OY! vas he!// (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
7
|
|||
|
Cariadoc drinks Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Just before the start of every bout
|
|||
|
No need to ask him why he does it
|
|||
|
When Duke Nijinsky starts to leap about! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Count Jehan, it's true, is a loup-garou
|
|||
|
And it's sad to say he got that way
|
|||
|
When he drank too much Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And at the moon began to bay! // Arooooooo! // (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
It's said of Duke Angus, he likes to drink kumiss
|
|||
|
In fact he'll drink most anything,
|
|||
|
But he'll never touch Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
For only BUD is fit for Kings! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Alaric thinks Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
As a party drink is only fair
|
|||
|
But it's great to polish armour
|
|||
|
Or to wash down Gummi-Bears! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Now Laeghaere of tde Strong Hand
|
|||
|
He comes from Ireland
|
|||
|
And was, accordingly, weaned on Uisquebaugh
|
|||
|
But when he sips Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
You'll hear an Irish Wolfhound's howl //Aroooooo!// (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Don Fernando drinks tequila
|
|||
|
By the jugful...never gets him high
|
|||
|
Takes a sip of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
and OLE! The Spanish Fly! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Fredrick of Holland came from the Westland
|
|||
|
And in the East by him great deeds were done
|
|||
|
He'd worked up a thirst for Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
For he'd been fighting since DAY ONE! // No Kidding! // (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Gyrth Oldcastle wanted no hassle
|
|||
|
Just a drink that's tried and true
|
|||
|
So Melisande makes his Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
From an ancient Fambly brew! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bertrand de Flammepoing, he really must be aw-
|
|||
|
Fully sure of his invulnerability
|
|||
|
He cried thru a bowl full of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
"Let's try assassinating me!" (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Setanta Rex, he, became King X, he
|
|||
|
Got killed off sometime in the spring
|
|||
|
So Aidan drank his Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
"The King is dead! Long live the...Queen?" (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Vissevald he's the friend of the skald, he's
|
|||
|
A patron of the Minstrelsy;
|
|||
|
And when he's had his Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
He breaks the glasses with his high "C"! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
There wasn't any like Gavin Kilkenny
|
|||
|
Known as crafty, keen, in battle tough!
|
|||
|
Then Tamera fed him Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And proved the King's a booff! (16)
|
|||
|
8
|
|||
|
Michael of Bedford mounted throne-ward
|
|||
|
And the peasants all in peace did sleep
|
|||
|
For he pledged in Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
To guard the virtue of their sheep! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Siegfried von Halstern, when it was his turn,
|
|||
|
To lead the Pennsic forces on parade
|
|||
|
Promised to turn down Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Unless it's mixed with GatorAde! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Let us drink to King AElfwine, one who
|
|||
|
With Queen Arastorm did travel far!
|
|||
|
Gotatwice`the milage with Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
In the gas tank of their car! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Hasdrubal downed Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And put the archer's noses out of joint
|
|||
|
He thought we had too many Orders
|
|||
|
So the Pheon lost its' point! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Sedalia and Viktor took the sceptre
|
|||
|
And there happened a peculiar thing:
|
|||
|
They both drank so much Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
You couldn't tell which one was King! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Morghun Sheridan had a Crown to win
|
|||
|
Which he did for one and all to see;
|
|||
|
He washed his dishes in Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And put the Kingdom on KP! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Ronald Wilmot says he is still not
|
|||
|
Sure that his good luck he can believe:
|
|||
|
He flew due East on Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And landed in the strawberry leaves! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Fates were perusing; a King they were choosing
|
|||
|
Of the safe and sane and saintly sort
|
|||
|
Then they tippled Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
And now Sebastian's holding Court! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bruce of Cloves was King of the Eastland
|
|||
|
But his reign it must have been a bore:
|
|||
|
Just what he did with Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
No one remembers anymore! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
When Laeghaere O'Laverty has the depravity
|
|||
|
To entertain a Lady in her bower,
|
|||
|
He takes a sip of Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
Ere demonstrating Tyrone's power! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Fernando drank Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
But he doesn't do it any more;
|
|||
|
Not since he saw a Quetzacoatl
|
|||
|
Above his chamber door! // a-singing....! // (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Fredrick of Holland drank Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
But he didn't think it awfully neat,
|
|||
|
Made a face and muttered lowly:
|
|||
|
"This stuff is too damn sweet!" (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
9
|
|||
|
When Setanta ascended the Eastern Throne
|
|||
|
He was nothing special to behold;
|
|||
|
Until he drank some Imperium Compound:
|
|||
|
Now he's a Playgirl centerfold! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
When Setanta was the Crown Prince
|
|||
|
He wore garments of a sombre hue
|
|||
|
Then he tasted Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And now he's berry, berry blue! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Imperium Compound is a manly brew
|
|||
|
As many a puissant Countess will assert!
|
|||
|
It makes you wonder about King Vissevald
|
|||
|
The King who wears a skirt! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Vissevald is King of the Eastland
|
|||
|
Drinks Imperium Compound by the quart
|
|||
|
He likes it so much he's never noticed
|
|||
|
We now wear daggers into Court! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Vissevald and his Lady Mara
|
|||
|
Danced "La Volta" through the night;
|
|||
|
He drank too deep of Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
And she's now a satellite! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Gavin Kilkenny asked "Is there any-
|
|||
|
One who would dispute my rightful Throne?
|
|||
|
I'll take a double Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
For it seems I have a clone!" (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
AElfwine the Saxon, whose family's flaxen
|
|||
|
Whose courtesy is all the Northland's pride;
|
|||
|
Mixes his mead now with Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Often a bridesmaid, now a bride! (16)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Siegfried, thrice King, showed us a new thing
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When fighting for the Eastern Crown:
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He took a swig of Imperium Compound
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And proved you CAN win from one-down! (16)
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Richard of Mont Roy-al, the Short he
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Is very fast and very hard to kill;
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As tall as Frodo, or his dog, Odo,
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But he kisses Froggies with a will! (5)
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Duke Sir Deaton, was never beaten
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On the field, or in the drinking hall;
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At the Catbox War with Caid,
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Left thirty bodies piled against the wall! (5)
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Denis O'Titans was good at smitin'
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A Locksley Monster in every single way!
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Drank a little Imperium Compound
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And ATE Deaton's sword that day // No! REALLY! // (5)
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Wotan the Mongoloid, a little bit paranoid,
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But a nice guy none the less;
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Drank a mess of Imperium Compound
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Now he's Justin du Roc, I confess! (5)
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10
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Then there's Duke Reynard, with a face like a St. Bernard
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Of the Dukes, he is the homliest
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He tends to toke up on Imperium Compound
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And go out and whomp on anybody's best!
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Oh, Ebenezer, thought he was Julius Caesar
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So they put him in the Funny Home.
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Then they gave him Imperium Compound,
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Now he's Emperor of Rome.
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AltChorus: Oh let's drink a drink, a drink, a drink,
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To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the Pink,
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The savior of the human ra-aa-ace.
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She invented Imperium Compound,
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Most effacatious in evr'y case.
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There was Horic, We thought he was sick,
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As a War-Puppy he was insane,
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Gave up Tranya for Imperium Compound,
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Now we have an Acid Reign! //Oh wow, man!// (18)
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This song'll bedevil the folks at a revel,
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And most of the time it will annoy the King,
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So take a drink of Imperium Compound
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And let's go Royalty-bedeviling! (5)
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Duchess Anna is quite a fan-a
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Going on a wartime shopping spree! \\ War Point!\\
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Took a drink of Imperium Compound
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And shopped so fast we couldn't see! \\ Z-o-o-o-om!\\ (5)
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Lyn of Whitewolfe, made of the right stuff,
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Twice the Queen of Atenveldt;
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Took a drink of Imperium Compound
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And the Kingdom of Caid before her knelt! (5)
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Duke Sir Brion, and Duke Sir Trelon,
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Won the Crown with regularity;
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Drank a lot of Imperium Compound,
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And founded a dynasty! (5)
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Stephan von Geist, was most awful nice,
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And a chivalrous fighter without any doubt
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Took a swig of Imperium Compound
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And won the Crown his first time out! (5)
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All the Crusadenes were big, but not mean,
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And the finest fighters in the town.
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But they all drank Jerusalem Compound,
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Winning Crown after Crown after Crown! (5)
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Good Duke Arthur couldn't get no farth-er
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A Norman King in Aten Land
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Drank too much of Imperium Compound
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And went off to conquer Engel-land! (5)
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Then King Richard, a bit of a bitch, heard
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A King's Crown could be done.
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Drank a little Imperium Compound
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And became the Aten King, first one! (5)
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11
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There was Astra, no one ever asked her
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And she was for having fun!
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Then she sampled Imperium Compound,
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And today she is a nun \\ not better!\\ (19)
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There's good old Igor, his prowess is meager
|
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For he never learned to water-ski!
|
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But instead he drinks Imperium Compound
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Then he howls and climbs a tree! \\Hoo Hah!\\ (19)
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Then there's Dagan, his brother's the Ka-Khan,
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Which is quite funny in a King!
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If he gets hooked on Imperium Compound
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There'll be new songs to sing! \\ Oh, really?\\ (19)
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Fredrick of Holland, who dwells in the Northland,
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A Master from the West, he came!
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Spends all his money for Imperium Compound
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That's why his garb's always the same! (20)
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Now Gyrth Oldcastle, round as a beer barrel,
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Once chose to quarrel with a certain Bard;
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The poet served him with Imperium Compound,
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And left him rendered down to lard! (20)
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Many tales abound of Imperium Compound
|
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|
And its' strange effects on Royalty,
|
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But after an hour, this song has no power,
|
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And by now, it's boring ME! (16)
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Duchess Malinda, who doesn't do windas
|
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But she does a lot of Duchess Things,
|
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But give her a LOT of Imperium Compound,
|
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And she sings and sings and sings and sings and sings! (5)
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AltChorus: Oh it's too long, too long, too long
|
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To sing the whole song, the song, the song
|
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Longer than a Royal Court, it is!
|
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But sing it serial, this ditty Imperial
|
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And you'll be a bardic whiz! (5)
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CREDITS: (1): Yang the Nauseating (2): Azarael the Soul Separator
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(3): Hael of the Broken Mask (4): Richard of Alsace
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(5): Ioseph of Locksley (6): Rima of Rockridge
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(7): Siegfried v. Hofflichkeit (8): Karina of the Far West
|
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(9): Linda-Muireall v. Katzenbrasse & Elspeth O'Byrne
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(10): Esmerelda (11): Kevin Perigrynne (12): Aelswith
|
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(13): Ardjukk Afraid-of-His-Cats (14): Barak Raz, or was it Orm?
|
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(15): Iulstan Sigewealding (16): Megan ni Laine
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(17): Raphael Blackriser (18): Steffan ap Cennydd
|
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(19): HOPSFA Hymnal (3rd Ed.) (20): Unknown SCA songbook
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Where no credit is given: Author/source unknown.
|
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Send any verses you have that are NOT in here to:
|
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Ioseph of Locksley This is one of several files comprising the
|
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c/o PO Box 35190 Black Book of Song of Ioseph of Locksley.
|
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Phoenix AZ 85069 USA Collect them all!
|
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--------------------------------------
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*
|
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IMPERIUM COMPOUND
|
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(Atenveldt Verses)
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|
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Now here's a story, a little bit gory,
|
|||
|
A little bit happy, a little bit sad.
|
|||
|
About a drink called Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And how the SCA's been had!
|
|||
|
|
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|
Chorus: Oh we think, we think, we think,
|
|||
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The King is a fink, a fink, a fink,
|
|||
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A figure of respectability
|
|||
|
Rules the Kingdom thru Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
The results are plain to see!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Mongol Hordemen, those free-living swordsmen
|
|||
|
Subverting the Kingdoms from underneath!
|
|||
|
Have no use for Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Except perhaps to brush their teeth!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
AltChorus: Oh we fink, we fink, we fink,
|
|||
|
The Khan and the Kink, the Kink, the Kink,
|
|||
|
And the Board, their Great Senilities!
|
|||
|
The Western Irgun, drinks Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And we're BACK, with results you'll see!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Lady Laurel, with Authority Royal,
|
|||
|
Passes and rejects our heraldry
|
|||
|
She needs a swig of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Then perhaps she'd deign to talk to me!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Lady Trude thought it her duty
|
|||
|
To turn a social wrong into a Right
|
|||
|
Proved her point with Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And showed that Cheshire Cats can fight! //and scratch//
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Board of Directors styled themselves The Electors
|
|||
|
And another con they tried to swing
|
|||
|
Now the BoD drinks Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
So we no longer need a King!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
AltChorus: Oh the Bod, the BoD, the BoD,
|
|||
|
It thinks it is God, is God, is God,
|
|||
|
The figure of Supreme Authority!
|
|||
|
And if we O.D.'d on Imperium Compund
|
|||
|
there'd be no need for Royalty!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Oh, MEDIEVAL Net, we thought it was all wet
|
|||
|
With witty remarks, and other kinds of sass
|
|||
|
We'll feed our computers on Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And BYTE the BoD right on its' righteous ass!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Good old Duncan was often drunken
|
|||
|
Chasing all the ladies fair
|
|||
|
He bathed himself in Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Now he has a little savoir faire!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
(more)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
ATEN IMPERIUM (cont.)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Ioseph of Locksley, never changes his socks, he
|
|||
|
Runs around looking like a Cavalier,
|
|||
|
He stocked up on Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And he has enough to last for years and years!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
AltChorus: Oh they forgot, forgot, forgot
|
|||
|
The Locks-e-ly Plot, the Plot, the Plot!
|
|||
|
And it works the best when it is underground!
|
|||
|
It isn't a hassle for a green-and-white tassle
|
|||
|
They're the ones that BREW Imperium Compound!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Trelon of the Wood, he was very good, he
|
|||
|
Was a leader that had never been beat before;
|
|||
|
But Caid had Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
And Imperial Roman Caid won the War! //with help!//
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
In Tyr Ysgithr, it's regularly whispered there
|
|||
|
That the Kingdom is ruled over by a King // What's THAT? //
|
|||
|
They're "democratic" and quite erratic....
|
|||
|
They've forgot the purpose of the whole damn thing!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
King Sir Mark von, with his pretty white suit on,
|
|||
|
Rules the Kingdom both with Grace and Purity!
|
|||
|
He never touches Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
At least not where anyone else can see!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Duke Sir Deaton, was never beaten
|
|||
|
On the field, or in the drinking hall;
|
|||
|
At the Catbox War with Caid,
|
|||
|
Left thirty bodies piled against the wall!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Denis O'Titans was good at smitin'
|
|||
|
A Locksley Monster in every single way!
|
|||
|
Drank a little Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And ATE Deaton's sword that day // No! REALLY! //
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Wotan the Mongoloid, a little bit paranoid,
|
|||
|
But a nice guy none the less;
|
|||
|
Drank a mess of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
Now he's Justin du Roc, I confess!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Then there's Duke Reynard, with a face like a St. Bernard
|
|||
|
Of the Dukes, he is the homliest
|
|||
|
He tends to toke up on Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And go out and whomp on anybody's best!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
This song'll bedevil the folks at a revel,
|
|||
|
And most of the time it will annoy the King,
|
|||
|
So take a drink of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And let's go Royalty-bedeviling!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Duchess Anna is quite a fan-a
|
|||
|
Going on a wartime shopping spree! \\ War Point!\\
|
|||
|
Took a drink of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And shopped so fast we couldn't see! \\ Z-o-o-o-om!\\ (5)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
(more)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
ATEN IMPERIUM (Cont.)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Lyn of Whitewolfe, made of the right stuff,
|
|||
|
Twice the Queen of Atenveldt;
|
|||
|
Took a drink of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And the Kingdom of Caid before her knelt!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Duke Sir Brion, and Duke Sir Trelon,
|
|||
|
Won the Crown with regularity;
|
|||
|
Drank a lot of Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
And founded a dynasty!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Stephan von Geist, was most awful nice,
|
|||
|
And a chivalrous fighter without any doubt
|
|||
|
Took a swig of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And won the Crown his first time out!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
All the Crusadenes were big, but not mean,
|
|||
|
And the finest fighters in the town.
|
|||
|
But they all drank Jerusalem Compound,
|
|||
|
Winning Crown after Crown after Crown!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Good Duke Arthur couldn't get no farth-er
|
|||
|
A Norman King in Aten Land
|
|||
|
Drank too much of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And went off to conquer Engel-land!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Then King Richard, a bit of a bitch, heard
|
|||
|
A King's Crown could be done.
|
|||
|
Drank a little Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And became the Aten King, first one!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Duchess Malinda, who doesn't do windas,
|
|||
|
But she does a lot of Duchess Things,
|
|||
|
But give her a LOT of Imperium Compound,
|
|||
|
And she sings and sings and sings and sings and sings!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Duke Sir Brion, with his pretty white suit on,
|
|||
|
Is a model of goodness and purity
|
|||
|
Never touches Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
(spoken:) And I'll sell ya seashore property in Yuma, too!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Optional last verse:
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Many tales abound of Imperium Compound
|
|||
|
And its' strange effects on Royalty,
|
|||
|
But after an hour, this song has no power,
|
|||
|
And by now, it's boring ME!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
AltChorus: Oh it's too long, too long, too long
|
|||
|
To sing the whole song, the song, the song
|
|||
|
Longer than a Royal Court, it is!
|
|||
|
But sing it serial, this ditty Imperial
|
|||
|
And you'll be a bardic whiz!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Send any verses you have that are NOT in here to:
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Ioseph of Locksley
|
|||
|
c/o PO Box 35190
|
|||
|
Phoenix AZ 85069 USA
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|