This is here for me to read when I get drunk and want a laugh. Thanks to this feep for the web-based text.Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me
The rare second verse (from the game):
Gashee morphousite, thou expungiest quoopisk!
Fripping lyshus wimbgunts, awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs.
Bleem miserable venchit! Bleem forever mestinglish asunder frapt!
Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit, why not then? Moose.
I forgot to mention: this is from The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.