I knew this bitch named Uberbeaver
Boy did this clown have a raging fever
He was not jonesing for booze or something hard
All he wanted was a Lemon Bar
All he wanted was a Lemon Bar
And to get one he'd travel very far
No distance could stop his quest
For Lemon Bars did he want to ingest
He traveled to Scotland to get his fill
But Scottish Lemon Bars just made him ill
He flew back home feeling shame and guilt
Yet everyday this freak still wears a kilt
He came up with another lemon bar plan
He'd get one from some punk named PFan
But Pfan was at the Phillies game
And Beav realized that he did not even know PFans real name
So he decided he had to try plan C
Surely this plan would bring victory
He'd go to Vegas, where Snow had eaten one
Plus he'd get to gamble, wouldn't that be fun
So he arrives at night in the city of sin
Plays some poker and goes all in
Loses the hand and all of his cash
And came home with no money and a genital rash
Beav was finally at the end of his rope
So he wrote a letter to none other than the pope
Told that dude all about CoNJ
And this is what the pope had to say
GFY and your Bars of Lemon
STFU or you'll not go to heaven
If you want something fun, you need not look far
Just go post in the temple bar
even the pain is positive and meaningful. but i won't bore you with the interpretation.
