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The Golden Pass the House of Slithering
Oh wondrous one What have they done We're stuck here in a rut No Paddy's Day, to my great dismay I'm treated like your mutt Oh little boy Fill your heart with joy The journey's on the cards I've called the Prez and this he says With the wisdom of the bards It is written in the stars That a mam will travel far On his duties for to subjugate a nation And a bowl of sham-rock withering And a moron that is dithering Shall uphold the credo of the House of Slithering So let's all join hands together Mee Hole springs for the leather We'll huddle, howling loudly at the moon Well gather at the Oracle Each tugging at a follicle Varad Karz Crystal balls, we will exhume So, on your knees Mee Hole My boy, you've topped the pole And the Sham-rock is your Golden Travel pass Don't you listen to the rabble The dyslexic, playing scrabble Would make more sense conversing with an ass Mee Hole got on his knees Varad Karz to appease The Prez, was howling loudly at their moonies They each lay upon the floor Debating furthermore Drawing straws to see, who'd be the littlest spoonie For it is written in the stars That a man will travel far On his duties for to subjugate a nation And a bowl of Sham-rock withering And a moron that is dithering Shall uphold the credo of the House of Slithering
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