“Otterman” (by Ergo Phizmiz)
Oh baby, when we climb to the top and we roll around on the high plateau, please be sure to bring a sheath, a pie, a hat, that and this, this and that. Oh baby it's the high plateau for you, the pie hateaux for me.
I'm sore like a sausage and heated like a bap, I'd rather a Homburg than a baseball cap. Right here on the high plateau, the pie hateaux...