Pardon me boy -- is this the lair of Great Cthulhu?
In the City of Sli~me, / where it is night all the ti~me?
Bob Hope never went / along the Road to Great Cthulhu,
And Triple-A has no maps, / and all the Cho-chos lay traps.
You'll see an ancient sunken city / where the angles are wrong.
You'll see the fourth dimension / if you're there very long.
Come to the conventicle, / bring along your pentacle --
Otherwise you'll be dragged off / by a tentacle.
A mountain's in the middle / with a house on the peak;
A gnashin' and a thrashin' / and a clackin' of beak.
Your soul you will be lackin' / when you see that mighty kraken.
Oo-oo! Great Cthulu's / startin' to speak!
So come on aboard, / along the road to Great Cthulu.
Wendigos and dhols / will make Big Macs of our souls.
Under the sea, / down in the ancient City of R'llyeh,
In the lair of Great Cthulu, / they'll suck your soul away!
Great Cthulu, / Great Cthulu / suck your soul --
Great Cthulu, / Great Cthulu --
In the lair of Great Cthulu, / they'll suck your soul away!
[Obliggato saxaphone solo, ala Tex Beneke.]
In the lair of Great Cthulu, / they'll suck your soul away!
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah / schlurp-schlurp! |
