• Oh, how I love my country
    'tis of thee, sweet land of idiosyncrasy.
    Rings a bell, don't it?
    Liberty bells letting freedom ring?

    Makes no sense right?
    That's cause English has died
    in the hefty bosom of a buxom wench.

    With beer for my horses and
    Whiskey for my nerves, who knows?
    Perhaps the language of the great
    and Dead should prevail.
    Certainly hope not.

    They used Proper English!

    Don't like it? Too damn bad!
    Tough luck, s**t on a stick,
    Tough cookie, s**t out of luck.
    That's the way we are, foo,
    fo-shizzle, hum-dinger, fiddlesticks.

    Still don't like it?
    ******** you too. Now,
    stick that in your pipe and smoke it.