Is it too late to make my entry?

(sung to the tune of "All For Me Grog", in a Milwaukeedeutsch accent)

CHORUS: Vell...vhere ist der loo, der cholly cholly loo,

Ve're full of beer und ve're bloated!

If ve don't get relief, it vill surely lead to grief,

Far across the Ural Mountains ve must vander!

VERSE: Here iss a bus, a cholly cholly bus,

But I can't read vhere it's goink!

If ve get on der bus, it may take der both of us

To a plaze vhere ve can pee mit vinds a-blowink!

CHORUS.

Zit in der zeat, der cholly cholly zeat,

Und I'll zit right here bezide you,

Nein, pliz don't make a pass at der flight attendant's ass

Use der laminated safety card to hide you!

CHORUS.

Vhat iss diss plaze, diss cholly cholly plaze,

Look at all der schnow und der vetter!

I am scared to der core, ve're not in Frankfurt anymore,

Schtuck in Muscovy mitout an entry letter!

CHORUS.

Ja, Kamerad! Mein cholly Kamerad!

Pliz let me try to explainen!

Mein liebe Tovarisch, I've been drinking like a fisch

Und I neffer vanted to ride on der planen!

FINAL CHORUS.

--Pete (with apologies to the Irish)