Mooshing is finished!
For that is the name of our song.
I like my cow
I like my sheep
I like to moosh you in my sleep
Mooshing induces deranged bleeding
So shut your ears to stop your liver hem'ridging
My favourite colour is flourescent beige
It's also the colour of the potato page
A hagiography 's a list of saints
Its made this website forty percent more quaint
Diablo2 's a mighty fine game
It's hack 'n' slash madness that lives up to it's name
You'll play it 'til your fingers bleed
You'll have worn down stumps like you've got leprosy
I've got a third ear grafted onto my knee
It doesn't help me to hear, but It helps me wee
I'm a psychophantic goat
Go on our forum or I'll rip out you throat
Lotus blossom falls
Haikous have a rhyming scheme
of Five seven five
I'm critically obese
And legally too
I'm not a coprophiliac I just smell like poo
I'm only marginally insane
It looks like the walls are melting again
I'm clinically dead or so they say
Our merchandise is on it's way
Laughing cows and singning sheep
They won't make your whole day
But they'll maaake your hoooooole weeeeeeeeaaaak
(rit)
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