Vhere Da Rippling Vaters Flow by Lloyd Michalsen (Lloyd62)
(July 6, 2000 - Key of G)

Vell I vent to Min-ne-so-ta , vhere da rip-pling va-ters flow,
It t'was a sommer hol-i-day, a fish-ing ve vould go
But, Opal she had other plans, to Rochester ve vill go
She vanted me to visit the clinic of May-yoo. (O N0) 

Chorus:
I lost my little prostate where da rippling vaters flow,
Now here I sit for ten days in a bag my pee vill go.
I came to Min-ne-so-ta, to fish the vaters blue
Now here I am in Min-ne-so-ta held together vit string and glue. (YA)

Da little lady doctor at my testicles she did stare,
She said not to vorry, just a little swelling going on down there.
O No, she is going to take it too, but Opal said, Not True,
And if she did, vhy vorry, you know dat you have twooo. ( O NO)

(Chorus)

When Gabriel blows his Trumpet , on Resurrection Day
The dead in Christ will all arise, Perfect in every way.
I will have to excuses my self, when the Mill-enn-i-um starts
I need to go to Min-ne-so-ta to find my missing parts. (YA)

(All together, one last time on the chorus.)
I lost my little prostate where da rippling vaters flow,
Now here I sit for ten days in a bag my pee vill go.
I came to Min-ne-so-ta, to fish da vaters blue
Now here I am in Min-ne-so-ta held together vit string and glue. (YA)