Karkagnor's Song - The Hobbit

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    Out in the forest, on the grass I lay
    Reading a volume I bought on eBay
    The pages are dusty, yellow and old
    Mystical secrets I'm starting to unfold

    Warmth, wisdom, gaudium and bliss
    A trickle of glory springs like the dog piss
    Shower of gold, non sparkling beverage
    The low rate of carbohydrates makes me bold

    Aaahhh Aaahhh Aaahhh
    Delizia, primizia, malizia
    Peperlizia, egizia, immondizia
    Aaahhh Aaahhh Aaahhh
    Patrizia, sevizia, letizia
    Giudizia, Yakuzia, Pomezia

    Page after page, line after line
    Delicious taste, excrement of a swine
    Darky and brown, creamy consistence
    Enters my mouth, I oppose no resistance

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    Ooohhh Ooohhh Ooohhh
    Gentile, robusto e fruttato
    Prelibato e gustoso al palato
    Ooohhh Ooohhh Ooohhh
    Caramella, fruittella, Graziella
    Mozzarella, Nutella, Scaramella

    Blessed be, Karkagnor, with no other term
    Who forged yummy dishes, but flavoured like sperm
    Blessed be, Karkagnor, the almighty cook
    It makes my mouth water, the sight of his book

    But now, what I see? Cholesterol, lipids in me!
    Monosaccharides, polysaccharides
    I'm still longing for thee!
    Proteinic support is now starting to flee - this is hell!
    Thanks to your meal I've contracted hepatite C

    Damned be, Karkagnor, and your poisoned food
    Unhealty and toxic but nonetheless good
    Damned be, Karkagnor, you unholy chef
    Forbidden by both FAO and UNICEF
    Damned be, Karkagnor, and your poisoned food!
    Cialda croccante al sapor di pupù
    Damned be, Karkagnor, you unholy Chef!
    In un mondo di malinconia al caffè

    And where have you been, Kai Hansel my son?
    And where have you been, my Hanson young man?
    I've been to Sad Donald, mother make my bed soon
    'Cos I'm full in the stomach, rest all the afternoon

    And what did you eat there, Kai Hansel my son?
    And what did you eat there, Mike Jackson young man?
    An Unhappy Meal, mother free toilet soon
    'Cos my anus is whistling for a shit like the Moon

    And how was the food there, Kai Hansel my son?
    And how was the food there, Rich' Benson young man?
    Delicious but cruel, mother dig my grave soon
    For I'm doomed by Karkagnor's sick plexiglass spoon

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