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

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

On the world Scumdogia I first met Zog
On his way from a Satanic synagogue
Possessions and his captive were part of his great booty
He took them to the 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 to join his collegian
wouldn't take just anyone unless you were Norwegian

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I the Great Porno Cow
And became a
I defiled myself
And signed the log

Finally brought Zog
He slathered me piss
Draining his bladder several years
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 despite each mighty victory
No matter how many I he always was a dick to me
Nothing succeeds like success so I got to work
Crushing babies torching worlds and like a jerk

The war we waged destroyed the suns and left the flattened
Simply put, it was the worst thing that has happened
And Zog, our leader glorious, sported a great
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 we do crave
We must crush the one Syn
And make his serfs our

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

Zog: You got any change? Space
Oderus: Balsac! Lock plasma on target!
Balsac: Is that, is that an
Oderus: Oh, no, no, uh... More a suggestion.
Balsac: You can't just me to do things. Just 'cause you're louder than me doesn't make you the boss.
Oderus: Uh, yeah, but, uh, you know, it out.
Zog: Do you have any change?
Balsac: Oh. wrong with him?
Oderus: (Sigh) fucked.
Zog: Argh! You got any Space change?
Oderus: You think maybe you wanna go ahead and, uh, lock plasma turret on target now?
Yo! Your windshield needs 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.