Oh, my name it means nuthin'
And my posts, they mean less
And my personal best, it
Is in posting BS
I was raised to invent it,
I now will confess
And the best I can offer you
Is purely BS.

Now the lads of the MOAB
They are wild and untamed
And none there lie easy
There are none unashamed
For they roar like the warm wind
From the south and the west,
But all that they roar is,
Most purely BS

Now the BS is thick there
Down south of the salt
It will make your eyes water,
And your stomach will vault
So I'm telling you now, boys,
Turn away, and head West,
Or the rest of your lifetime
Will be purely BS....