You US subs probably don't know the tune,
but UK subs can sing along...
The New Dobbstown Lagrange. - William Fake.
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And did Bob's Slack in recent times,
Fill his hands with cash so green?
And was the Sacred Head of Dobbs,
Inside the pencil sharpener seen?
And did the Count of Slack Divine,
Shine forth upon our X-Day drill?
And will the Xists come on time,
To land amongst these barren hills?
Bring me my pipe of burning frop,
Bring me my pup tent and backpack,
I shall rejoice as pinkboys drop,
Bring me my chariot of Slack!
I will not cease this fire-fight,
Nor shall my shotgun leave my hand,
Till we're aboard Dobbstown Lagrange,
In orbit high above the Damned!
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UK version
And did Bob's Slack in recent times,
fill his hands with Sterling green?
And was the Sacred Head of Dobbs,
Along the piers of Brighton seen?
And did the Count of Slack Divine,
Upon his loyal servants smile?
And will the Xists still have time,
To land upon this cursed isle?
Bring me my pipe of burning frop,
Bring me a ticket to the States,
A detailed roadmap of New York,
Our righeous wrath they'll not escape!
I won't begrudge an eight hour flight,
Nor shall my teacup leave my hand,
Till we're aboard Dobbstown Lagrange,
In orbit high above the Damned!
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