Nyip nyip nyiiiiiiiiiiiiiip nyerp, nyip nyip nyiiiiiiiiiiiip nyerp.
I come from the land of the Cabbage Volk,
Where all my buddies preferred beer to Coke.
Where tongue on crackers and Limburger was in demand,
Yet if I had stayed there, I'm sure I would be only veggies eating!
Their architecture's quite grand,
But I found Vienna sausages bland.
Nyip nyip nyiiiiiiiiiiiiiip nyerp, nyip nyip nyiiiiiiiiiiiip nyerp.
I come from the land of the Cabbage Volk,
Where all my buddies preferred beer to Coke.
Though for all the good, I am glad I'm there no more,
For the language sounds much like fingernails down a chalk board.
Though for all the good, I am glad I'm there no more,
For the language sounds much like fingernails down a chalk board.
Their architecture's quite grand,
But I found Vienna sausages bland.
For all the fond memories; what am I here doin',
Slaughtering great Zepplin songs for parodies producing.
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Oh man, even if I (we) were still doing studio work I think I'd pass on trying to do this parody.
Robert Plant, I'm NOT.
For all the fond memories; what am I here doin',
Slaughtering great Zepplin songs for parodies producing.
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Oh man, even if I (we) were still doing studio work I think I'd pass on trying to do this parody.
Robert Plant, I'm NOT.
