Medieval dungeon © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "FEELS LIKE SUMMER" BY: CHILDISH GAMBINO BONUS QUOTE: "It's a perfect night to slip into something more comfortable, like the shadows." DOTH		Kind of a dark switcheroo on the summertime feel original as the word "dungeon" fits surprisingly well over "summer". We get swill when time to eat Once a year a treat like beets I'm in a dungeon We're in a dungeon Medieval dungeon We can only dream of sheets In our ice cold cellar suites Here in the dungeon Stuck in the dungeon We're in a dungeon An effing dungeon Told the Pope the Earth is moving 'round the sun Guess the bastard weren't content to have me just banned I'm damned Mice floats our latrine now 'til they're liquefied Half the clientele here contemplates a dive Take five It blows I've got cavities and pain And a literal ball and chain And every year's the same (Things remain the same) It's so cold and there's no seat I've got gangrene on my feet I'm in a dungeon (He's in a dungeon) We're in a dungeon (He's in a dungeon) Medieval dungeon Every year there's no-one coming through the door Giving me a pardon, just the guards with encore One more And we've killer fleas with the bubonic plague Boils with pus so festering your mum would forsake The pound It blows And we get beat up and maimed By those Inquisition thugs we're shamed To them all's just a game They blow The only thing to change I think I'm getting more deranged Now I can't tell my age That blows And my gums gotten inflamed But I still whistle here the same It's my lame claim to fame © Peter Andersson 2018
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