talking about the travelling hot pork pot blues
on an onion roll while knocking back a stella
in the sun, umbrella'd by the bar roof while frogs
and dagos kicked it out for supremecy and a song
repeated in my skull alls i can say is:
i have such great love for humanity and all its calamity
the friars are well met in joo-lie and again i say:
viva el chivo
viva la-ro
viva pirata
& peace in the middle east

--vikingo