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Song of the Vulgar Boatmen
(In which good fellowship between Russians and Americans is probably not advanced)
Start the Evinrude – pull!
Grandpa’s Evinrude – pull!
Where is my sunblock? Where!
Over by the sodas – there!
Start the Evinrude – pull!
It won’t start, Dad – %^&*!
Where is my +*^% phone? Where!
There by your fishing hat - There!
Start the Evinrude – pull!
Grandpa’s Evinrude – pull!
Watch those tree stumps! Where?
&%#*ing tree stumps! *@#$!
Start the Evinrude – pull!
Grandpa’s Evinrude – pull!
Drift to that cove, now – there!
Cut the engine, now – shhhh!
Where are them fish, then - $#@%!
They ain’t here, Dad – *&^%!
Start the Evinrude – pull!
Grandpa’s Evinrude – &#%&!
(Chorus fades as the sun sets over Tovarisch Bubba’s Bait, Beer, ‘n’ Borscht)
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