Molp' up, Cuegan Way up in Beanish land. Tell ol' Hairdo Let my 40 go. When Cuegan was at Lucky's shack Let my 40 go. Recov'ring from a meowlpy 'ttack Let my 40 go. Thus says GLR, bold Cuegan snaps Let my 40 go. If not, I'll steal your Beanish maps. Let my 40 go. Molp' up, Cuegan Way up in Beanish land. Tell ol' Hairdo Let my 40 go. The Lord told Cuegan what to do Let my 40 go. To lead the children of LaPetite through Let my 40 go. O let us all our home desert. Let my 40 go. And float to Marseilles in a yurt. Let my 40 go. Molp' up, Cuegan Way up in Beanish land. Tell ol' Hairdo Let my 40 go. Boom-da-ya-da Boom-da-ya-da Let my 40 go.
Posted on 2013-08-01 06:45 by jeffallen55.