Submitted by ProphetOfCod on Sat, 08/13/2011 - 20:14
Amazing Cod
How sweet the taste
That fed a hobo like me
I ate each bit
Not a one to waste
And now I am full as can be
Twas Cod that taught
My loins to yearn
And girls my loins releived
80 bucks an hour
Those girls did earn
So joy I could concieve
Through many dangers
Toils and snares
I have already come
'Tis Cod that brought
Me frow here to there
And Cod will bring me home
Submitted by ProphetOfCod on Sat, 07/16/2011 - 08:54
(Sung to the tune of that Civil War classic, "The Battle Hymn of the Republic")
Mine brains have meditated on the swimmin’ of the Cod;
Trudging through the desert that my aching feet hath trod,
’Cuz that bastard ditched me out here, the stupid friggin’ sod.
His fish are swimming on!
Glory, glory Fedonga-lujah!
Glory, glory Fedonga-lujah!
Glory, glory Fedonga-lujah!
His fish are swimming on!
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