Written by polentah
To the Tune of Crossroads, by Cream
I went down to Scaraba.
Paula made hot things freeze.
I went down to Scaraba.
Paula made hot things freeze.
Some caterpillars asked for mercy.
I squished them like cheese.
I went down to Scaraba.
Tried to pick a fight.
I went down to Scaraba.
Tried to pick a fight.
I fought a Crested Booka.
Made Booka pie.
I'm gonna buy a snake.
And kill a shattered man.
I'm gonna buy a snake.
And kill a shattered man.
There's still more to come, baby.
I am gettin' tired.
You can run, you can run.
The heirogyphs are coming down.
You can run, you can run.
The heiroglyphs are coming down.
I am standing in Scaraba.
One weird place I have found.