Oh Lambe-o-saur
What's that thing on your head for?
Does it increase the score
When you get laid?
Oh Lambe-o-saur
What's that thing on your head for?
Does it increase your roar?
When you invade?
Come you little lamb of the Cretaceous period
The possibilities are a myriad.
For the use of your phallic head
May have helped you to get bred
But one thing we know is it didn't help your smell.
Oh Lambe-o-saur
What's that thing on your head for?
Is it useful anymore
To serenade?
Oh Lambe-o-saur
What's that thing on your head for?
Is it simply a hardcore
Masquerade?
Come you precursor to the modern day dickhead
Lift yourself from your prehistoric sickbed
Hold your head up high
An appendage to the sky
But one thing we know is it didn't help your smell.
One thing we know is it didn't help your smell.
3 comments:
How, exactly, do we know that again? "Scientists"?
Hi OneEar,
Maya Angelou will be envious of your eloquent avant-garde verse.
B Doc, yes, those fancy-schmancy "scientists" with their fancy-schmancy "method" and their "empirical" "evidence."
Litzi, thank you for your well-deserved praise. If, by avant-garde, you mean nonsensical, then you have hit the nail on the button.
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