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The Great Almighty Pickle:

Lord Fin, Lord Fin, now thereís a man
Who no oneís fancy would tickle,
And he owes it all to his constant companion
The Great Almighty Pickle
The Great Almighty Pickle

Chorus
The pickle, the pickle, now run and cower,
Itís not sweet, but dill, and oh so sour,
Itíll cause you to suck in your cheeks for hours,
And thatís why Finís so dour.

Now Bulwye was a barbarian true,
Honest and loyal, heíd die for you,
But with that pickle, he would not screw,
So mighty was itís power
So mighty was itís power

Chorus

Now sweet little Nyia was a gorgeous sight,
And she had a constant giggle.
But though she tried with all of her might,
She could not yank out Finís pickle
For her there was no slap and tickle

Chorus

Now the Bard, he was a clever lad,
To men he was good, but to ladies so bad,
And he thought of Lord Fin much like a dad,
So he walked right up and kicked Fin in the Ďnads.

Chorus

Fin screamed out ďNow stop that, Gar-rick!
You bastard! You brigand! You shit! You prick!Ē
But the cunning Bardís plan seemed to do the trick
And out popped the Almighty Pickle
And out popped the Almighty Pickle

The pickle, the pickle, now run and cower,
Itís not sweet, but dill, and oh so sour,
Itíll cause you to suck in your cheeks for hours,
But now Fin is no longer dour
But now Fin is no longer dour

 
 

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