Oh, the year was 1778, How I Wish I Was A Twuntalope Now!
A letter of marque come from my Master,
To the sluttiest vessel I'd ever seen,
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for Twuntalope gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken slave on a Twuntalope pier
The last of Barrett's Twuntalopes.
The Twuntelope slut was a sickening sight, How I Wish I Was A Twuntalope Now!
She'd a list to the port and and her clothes in rags
And the hair on her cunt all shaggy and tags
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for Twuntalope gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken slave on a Twuntalope pier
The last of Barrett's Twuntalopes.
How I Wish I Was A Twuntalope Now!
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for Twuntalope gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken slave on a Twuntalope pier
The last of Barrett's Twuntalopes.
OMG, I'm laughing so hard right now!!! XD
ReplyDeleteI love that song, and now I'll have your version stuck in my head everything I hear it and I'm sure I'll start giggling uncontrollably and nobody will understand why.
I'm really glad someone liked it! Master and I spent minutes and minutes composing it in the shower.
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