Prayer to the NatenPrayer to the NatenOur Naten, who art in Pirate heavenOdysseus be thy name.Thy spaceship come, with a golden laser gunOn the deck, as it is in Piratonia.Give us this day our daily rum, andForgive us our pillages as we maim Those who pillage us.And lead us into temptation,But deliver us from jail.For thine is the Brothel and the Wench and the Gold is gone and spent.Naten.
Various poems- and other crapTarmacTarmac, tarmacYou are my lifeTarmac, tarmacwill you be my wife?Tarmac, tarmacYou pave the roadsTarmac, tarmacI love you loadsTarmac, tarmacYou rock my socksTarmac, tarmacYou're made of rocksTarmac, tarmacLet's elopeTarmac, tarmacISOTOPE!Tarmac, tarmacYou're always hereTarmac, tarmacMrs Weir!Tarmac, tarmacYou're the one I likeTarmac, tarmacMr Smith on a bike.The Pope SongWe love the popeHe smells of soapHe gives us hopeSo we can copeMae is a dopeHe tried to elopeWith an antelopeBut it wasn't very fun to gropeHe started to mopeTied up with ropeWhat a saucy popeHe se
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