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The Evil Anglo Saxon Song
Oh sometimes my friends they ask me,
Just what it is I do
With my sneery smirky little snarl
Dressed like a kangaroo.
I stomp around, I break the ice
And I like to braid my beard -
All in all, we'd all agree
I'm a warrior to be feared.
I eat Britons for dinner -
I loath their little pelts -
And if I am still peckish
I have toast and tea and Celts.
[spoken]
What do I do for a living?
- I burn things!
[screamed really, really loudly]
Burn, burn, burn, burn! burnburnburnburnburnburnburn
My hair is really flaxen,
I'm an Evil Anglo Saxon!
I spend work days in wickedness,
The weekend I spread strife;
Yes, when it comes right down to it,
I really love my life:
Pillaging, de-villaging
The writer put some fillage in,
Alliterating, Roman-baiting,
Unprovoked defenestrating
Kleptomania, pyromania,
Selling chestnuts to Albania -
Hwæt!
Finding things to put a tax on -I'm an Evil Anglo-Saxon!