Brannos Butt-wrap Blues

Lyrics: Maelcolm Mor
Music: Folsom Prison Blues
by Johnny Cash

I see that Duke a-comin
Coming 'cross the field
He's got a wicked wrap shot
Makes me just want to yield
But I'm stuck here in this tourney
Feels like such a rut
And he's gonna throw that wrap shot
On my unarmored butt

When I was just a newbie
A Laurel told me, "Man,
Always be an artist
And don't play with rattan"
But I speared a man at Pennsic
Just to watch him die
Now when I hear that wrap shot coming
I hang my head and cry

I bet gentles will be sitting
While they're eating at the feast
But me, I will be standing
While I'm eating my roast beast
I know I had it coming
Because I raised my shield
That butt-wrap keeps on stinging
And that's what tortures me

Well, if I ever learn my lesson
From this pain of mine
I'll keep my shield a-lowered
And not give him a line
Away from that Duke's wrap shot
That's where I want to stay
I'll put armor on my butt-cheeks
And keep this pain away

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