Nov 07, 2005 22:16
307 DEET, my lads, 307 DEET
You spray and hope mosquitoes won't think you're a dinner treat
It'll keep the bites off of your hands and your neck and back and feet
There's nothing that you'll need so much as 307 DEET, my lads, 307 DEET
filk,
parody
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I got up one morning I was feeling alright.
Stepped outside for a dose of daylight.
Thought I was blind, I could not see the sky.
Lord ha' mercy was them old Black Flies.
Black Flies, in your hair and in your eyes, Black Flies.
In those old North Woods don't you be surprised,
When you meet those devils in disguise, Black Flies.
Well I slapped and I started and I started to run.
Lost so much blood I thought I was done.
Put on some Off, some Raid, and 6-12.
Them Black Flies loved it and took me straight to hell
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