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jsc3@dontspamme.havoc.gtf.gatech.edu wrote:
> Way up north where it is cold,
> People there ain't got no gold.
> They make their living from
> the seal skins that they've sold.

> But me I love the killing,
> because it is so fulfilling.
> Oh, I hate to see a baby seal grow old.

> Go bludgeon as seal, cuz you need a meal.
> Do it 'cause you wanna hear the little bastard squeal.

> Hit'em in the head, do it just for kicks,
> then poke'em in the eye with your eye pokin' stick.

> My Daddy, he was real mean.
> My Mama was a bit obscene.
> Maybe that's the reason, for the way I feel.

> My dogs and kids all hate me.
> My woman wants to leave me.
> I think I'll take it out on a baby seal.

The liberals want to lock me up
Because I kill the seal pups
And tie their fur up into little bales (TIE! TIE! TIE!)

I know that it won't be long before
All the baby seals are gone
So I guess I'll just start wipin' out the whales

You don't bludgeon...

Slice 'em, dice 'em, roto-till 'em,
Chop 'em up, or JUST PLAIN KILL 'EM!
Their fur comes off with just one easy peel (RIP! RIP! RIP!)

People, people, don't you cry, 'cause
I know that when I die
I'll be comin' back as a baby seal

You don't bludgeon a seal 'cause you want a meal
No, you do it 'cause you wanna hear the little suckers squeal (AI! AI! AI!)
You hit 'em on the head, and you do it just for kicks,
And you poke out their eyes with your eye-pokin' stick.  

-- 
Jack Foy
jack@polter.net