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

(Where is Zog?) we dove 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 he's living large

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

His battle cattle, bleeding, simply 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 defiled myself
And the captain's log

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

And then his fell upon mine
They a hellish glow
It wasn't or hate, you see, it was,
Well, I know!

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

The war we waged destroyed the suns and the planets flattened
Simply put, it was the worst thing has ever happened
And Zog, our leader glorious, a great erection
His battle skill notorious, we took direction

it's me, Zog!
Uh, you got space shit on your windshield... (mumbles)

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

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

You got any change? Space change?
Oderus: Balsac! 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 louder me doesn't make you the boss.
Oderus: Uh, yeah, but, uh, you know, it out.
Zog: Do you any space change?
Balsac: Oh. wrong with him?
Oderus: (Sigh) fucked.
Zog: Argh! You got any change? change?
You think 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 shit all over it!
Balsac: Locking turret. On target.
Oderus: Thank you. you.