“O LUTEFISK”
O Lutefisk. . . O Lutefisk. . . how fragrant your aroma
O Lutefisk. . . O Lutefisk. . . You put me in a coma.
You smell so strong . . . you look like glue
You taste yust like an overshow
But Lutefisk. . . come Saturday
I tink I’ll eat you anyvay.
O Lutefisk. . . O Lutefisk. . . I put you by the doorvay
I vanted you to ripen up. . . yust like dey do in Norway
A dog came by and sprinkled you. . …