I found this on a floppy on my keyboard. It was chewed and covered with slobber, but I managed to recover the data:

Gluon's Song
by Gluon

Folks are dumb where I come from,
They ain't had any learning.
Still they're happy as can be
Doin' what comes MOABlly (doin' what comes MOABlly).

Folks like us could never fuss
With schools and books and learning.
Still we've gone from Ack to Zed,
And never fillin' up our head! (Never fillin' up our head).

You don't have to know how to read or write
When you're out with a freds in the pale moonlight.
You don't have to look in a book to find
What itshehe would like for an orgy time.
That comes MOABlly (that comes MOABlly).

Stilly out in Texas can't even write her name.
She signs her checks with "x's"
But they cash them just the same.

If you saw my pa and ma,
You'd know they had no learning,
Still they've raised a puck like me
Doin' what comes MOABlly (doin' what comes MOABlly).

Cousin Rap has never read an almanac on drinking
Still he's always on the spree
Drinkin' stuff quite MOABlly (drinkin' stuff quite MOABlly).

Amos out in San Dieg' has never had a lesson,
Still he's learned to sing off-key
Doin' what comes MOABlly (doin' what comes MOABlly).

You don't have be a learned duck
Not to pick up a paper near a scoured puck.
You don't have to have the capitol's dome
To break down the trees when Bee-Dub's not home.
That comes MOABlly (that comes MOABlly.

Poor old Bunn is on the run
With someone he just married.
There he is at ninety-three,
Doin' what comes MOABlly (doin' what comes MOABlly.