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The Spirit of Gisbert The Spirit of Gisbert By PigFucker (To the tune of "The Spirit of Radio by Rush. Apologies to Geddy, Alex and Neil. Especially Neil) Begin the day Holding an empty can The puke bucket, unobtrusive Memory is so elusive And I hate to count but I had twelve jager shots Off on your hash It was good I think There was beer and there were bimbos But the spirits ever linger Crack another bottle In our happy black out high Invisible trail marks We're so full of life Bright illumination Is that cops I see? Searching for trail marks Oh the beer is right here! Hash cash is only 5 bucks Almost free All of these cameras here Must be a tit check near The RA thinks I farted But I think I sharted It's really just a question Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty One likes to believe In the freedom of hashing The shot checks and the singing and the Never ending circle Shatter the illusion Of sobriety, yeah Invisible trail marks We're so full of life Bright illumination Is that cops I see? Searching for trail marks Oh the beer is right here! Hash cash is only 5 bucks Almost free For the words of Gisbert Were written on Salangor Club walls SAY ON ON And echo with the sound of bail men Of bail men, of bail men
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