Tuesday, April 4, 2006

Battle Cry of the Repugnant




Hey Mom and Dad. Go out and spend Lotsa Your Hard-Earned Filthy Lucre on the fartlings, and send them to Big State University...so's they can become just. like. him:

Now, time for a peppy College song, reworked by yours very-somewhat-truly...

Battle Cry of the Repugnant

War just ain't enough for Dr. Doom to sanitize this place,
What he wants is a disease for all the weak to be erased,
And he found the perfect pestillence that's sure to do the trick.
Herr Doom is such a dick!

Gory, gory what a death stench!
Gory, gory what a death stench!
Gory, gory what a death stench,
My eyes are bleeding out

I'll be pushing up the lilies in the grave beyond the tree,
With the pustules on my orifice that had disfiggered me,
I shall comfort self in afterlife when next to me he'll lie
Thus Doom shall likewise die!

Gwine to die f'om de Ebola!
Gwine to die f'om de Ebola!
Gwine to die f'om de Ebola!
While Doom just blathers on.

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