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

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

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

His battle cattle, bloated bleeding, put, spectacular!
The lore of war (which he adored) was of the vernacular
I was one of many who begged to join his
They take just anyone unless you were Norwegian

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I the Great Porno Cow
And a Scumdog
I ritually defiled
And signed the log

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

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

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

The war we waged the suns and left the planets flattened
Simply put, it was the worst that has ever happened
And Zog, our leader glorious, sported a great
His skill notorious, we always took direction

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

So we the stars for you
counsel we do crave
We crush the one called Syn
And his serfs our slaves

crossed the very universe,
Traversed the Starfield
To find the one we call Zog
Is... cleaning... our

Zog: You got any Space change?
Balsac! Lock plasma 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 'cause you're than me doesn't make you the boss.
Uh, yeah, but, uh, you know, check it out.
Zog: Do you have any space
Balsac: Oh. What's wrong with
Oderus: (Sigh) fucked.
Zog: Argh! You got any Space change?
Oderus: You maybe you wanna go ahead and, uh, lock that plasma turret on target now?
Zog: Yo! Your windshield a squeegie!
Balsac: Yeah, I guess... I guess right.
Zog: You got a lot of bird all over it!
Balsac: plasma turret. On target.
Oderus: you. Thank you.