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(Where is Zog?) A grizzled face from the of my youth
(Where is Zog?) me to behave in a manner uncouth
(Where is Zog?) How to child, how to raise dog
Somebody me: where the hell is Zog?

(Where is Zog?) Together we into oceans of war
(Where is Zog?) Hacking and whacking through trenches of
(Where is Zog?) Spewing death and hatred a golden battle barge
Wherever Zog is living, I'm sure he's living

On the Scumdogia I first met General Zog
On his way from burning a Satanic
Possessions and his slaves were part of his great booty
He them to the Emperor; he always did his duty!

His battle cattle, bleeding, simply put, spectacular!
The of war (which he adored) was part of the vernacular
I was one of many who begged to his collegian
They wouldn't just anyone unless you were Norwegian

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I mounted the Great Cow
And became a
I ritually myself
And the captain's log

Finally before Zog
He slathered me piss
Draining his bladder several years
And not did one miss!

And then his eyes fell upon
gave a hellish glow
It love or hate, you see, it was,
Well, I know!

It was hard to win his praise each mighty victory
No matter how many I slew he was a dick to me
Nothing like success so I got straight to work
Crushing babies worlds and acting like a jerk

The war we waged destroyed the suns and left the planets
Simply put, it was the worst thing that has ever
And Zog, our leader glorious, sported a erection
His battle notorious, we always took direction

Urgh me, Zog!
Uh, you got some space shit on windshield... (mumbles)

So we searched the for you
counsel we do crave
We must the one called Syn
And make his serfs our

We've the very universe,
the Great Starfield
To find the one we call Zog
Is... cleaning... our

Zog: You got any change? change?
Oderus: Balsac! Lock turret on target!
Balsac: Is that, is that an
Oderus: Oh, no, no, uh... like a suggestion.
Balsac: You can't just order me to do things. Just you're louder than me doesn't make you the boss.
Uh, yeah, but, uh, you know, check it out.
Zog: Do you any space change?
Oh. What's wrong with him?
Oderus: (Sigh) fucked.
Zog: Argh! You got any Space change?
Oderus: You think maybe you wanna go ahead and, uh, lock that turret on target now?
Yo! Your windshield needs a squeegie!
Balsac: Yeah, I guess... I you're right.
Zog: You got a lot of bird all over it!
Balsac: plasma turret. On target.
Thank you. Thank you.