Pavel Holler (Song)

Stu in Action

The Pavel Holler
Sung to the tune of the White Collar Holler by Stan Rogers.

Words by:
Soubrianne Impacto Impacto Hueso Estrujardor Azel Warjoon Pavelevich, de Thrasher, yo Punkawalla Dude
My squire

	
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   Well he gets up ever' mornin,
   at a Quarter till noon,
   Some woman who's his wife,
   tells 'em git to work soon,
   He'll kiss the kid goodbye,
   Cain't remember It's name,
   And'a week afta week,
   It'sa always the same,

                    And it's a ho Pav can you dish it,
                    Whuugh, 
                    Shine it up bright,
                    No armour gets'a made,
                    For this body-o-mine,
                    I'm bangin out the armour,
                    For the whole damn shire,

   Well he'll get out the leather,
   Spend an hour with the punch,
   Then draw up the patterns,
   An he'll break for some lunch,
   Cut the steel,
   Grind it smooth,
   Dish, pound, and peen,
   Rivit, hot glue & polish it clean,

                     And it's a ho Pav can you dish it,
                     Whuugh,
                     Shine it up bright,
                     No armour gets made,
                     For this body-o-mine,
                     I'm bangin out the armour,
                     For the whole damn shire,

    Then it's home again, eat again,
    Read the shire news,
    He makes love to his lady,
    At four fifty-two,
    He dream the same'a dream,
    When he sleepin' at night,
    He's soarin over hills,
    Like a wren in flight,

                     And it's a ho Pav can you dish it,
                     WWHUUGH!,
                     Shine it up bright,
                     No armour gets a made,
                     For this body o' mine,
                     I'm gangin out the armour,
                     For the whole damn shire,

      Some day he's gonna give it up,
      All his rivits & steel,
      He'll pound out his anvil,
      Till it roll like a wheel,
      Melt down his hammers,
      An set hisself loose,
      And go home to Russia,
      To live with a Moose,

                     And it'sa whoe Pav can you dish it,
                     WHHOOOO!  
                     Shine it up bright,
                     No armour gets a made,
                     For this body o' mine,
                     I'm a bangin out the armour,
                     for the whole damn shire,

       This Master, 
       He lives for three things,
       Every year,
       Estrella, Lillies, 
       An a lot o' dark beer,
       Valens say 'Pav I want us lookin real good,
       So's afta you kill'em,
       would ya stack 'em like wood',

                     And it'sa ho Pav can you dish it,
                     Whuugh,
                     Shine it up bright,
                     No armour getin made,
                     For this ol' body o' mine,
                     But I'm stackin up da gommers,
                     till the end of time,
                     
                     An it's sa ho Pav can you dish it,
                     Whugh,
                     Shine it up bright,
                     No armour gets made,
                     For this body o' mine,
                     I'm bangin---out--- the---armour,
                     For the whole----damn----Shire-----.

My second set of armor I made for myself. there were 44 sets between for other folks.

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