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
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.

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.