WHen I was a young lad in 1942 I met a lass. She was a faithful lass, to God, and to myself. We roamed the land, and when we made love we left room for jesus between us, so the Lord might feel our holy penetration.
When I was a boy, I sais to her I sais, "honey, I and you are going to be the happiest in the world. And I don't care what." Sadly, that would never come to pass. Dinner Stampatropolis took my good Christian gal, my fair lass, and took her beneath the earth to his foul, sinful prison. He tooke hjer from me, lord be ware, and when he did I sais to him I sais "be good to her, for she is fair, and she has locks of hair like fine china" he looked at me, with his starred burns and his forked toung and said "My name is Alex" and struck me, down, and at that moment, with the lord as my witness, I vowed go against the tyranny of ath*sm, and meet him blow for blow.
When I was a boy, I sais to her I sais, "honey, I and you are going to be the happiest in the world. And I don't care what." Sadly, that would never come to pass. Dinner Stampatropolis took my good Christian gal, my fair lass, and took her beneath the earth to his foul, sinful prison. He tooke hjer from me, lord be ware, and when he did I sais to him I sais "be good to her, for she is fair, and she has locks of hair like fine china" he looked at me, with his starred burns and his forked toung and said "My name is Alex" and struck me, down, and at that moment, with the lord as my witness, I vowed go against the tyranny of ath*sm, and meet him blow for blow.