(in honour of a 33rd degree demon Oz PM)
Ol' man Smegma,
Dat ol' man Smegma
He mus' know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin',
He jes' keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
He don' plant taters,
He don't plant cotton,
An' dem dat plants 'em
is soon forgotten,
But ol'man Smegma,
He jes keeps rollin' along.
You an' me, we sweat an' strain,
Body all achin' an' racket wid pain,
Tote dat barge!
Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk
An' you land in jail.
Ah gits weary
An' sick of tryin'
Ah'm tired of livin'
An' skeered of dyin',
But ol' man Smegma,
He jes' keeps rolling' along.
.oOo.