Lines to G. B. Shaw
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Oh, G.B.S., oh, G.B.S.,
You lousy son of a bitch,
You lift your yawp across the world
Like a bullfrog in a ditch.
You lousy son of a bitch,
You lift your yawp across the world
Like a bullfrog in a ditch.
I would that by foliage which
Your scholarly phizz thatches
Tied to a smoking stake you were
By a tribe of wild Apaches
Your scholarly phizz thatches
Tied to a smoking stake you were
By a tribe of wild Apaches
You could deride them in that style
Of which you're so enamored,
While someone with a tomahawk
Your lordly cranium hammered.
Of which you're so enamored,
While someone with a tomahawk
Your lordly cranium hammered.
And several thousand dancing braves,
The more the merrier,
Were sticking Spanish Daggers in
Your antequate posterior.
The more the merrier,
Were sticking Spanish Daggers in
Your antequate posterior.
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