Oh Lutefisk

	Old Lutheran Humor
	Oh Lutefisk

	Oh Lutefisk
	by Red Stangeland last verse by Robert L. Lee
	[Sung to the tune of 'O Tannunbaum] Lutefisk... Oh Lutefisk... how fragrant your aroma Oh Lutefisk... Oh Lutefisk... You put me, in a coma You smell so strong... You look like glue You taste yust like an overshoe Put Lutefisk ... come Saturday I tink I'll eat you anyway. Lutefisk ... Oh Lutefisk ... I put you by the doorway I vanted you to ripen up ... yust like dey do in Norway A dog came by and sprinkled you ... I hit him vit an army shoe Oh Lutefisk ... now I suppose I'll eat you as I hold my nose. Lutefisk ... Oh Lutefisk ... how well I do remember On Christmas Eve how we'd receive ... our big treat of December It vasn't turkey or fried ham ... it vasn't even pickled spam My mudder knew dere vas no risk ... In serving buttered lutefisk. Lutefisk ... Oh Lutefisk ... now everyone discovers Dat Lutefisk and lefse makes-Norweigians better lovers Now all da vorld can have a ball ... you're better dan dat Yeritol Oh Lutefisk ... vit brennevin You make me feel like Errol Flynn. Lutefisk ... Oh lutefisk ... You have a special flavor Lutefisk ... Oh lutefisk ... All good Norwegians savor. That slimy slab we know so well ... Identified by ghastky smell Lutefisk ... Oh lutefisk ... Our loyalty won't waver. Lutefisk...Oh lutefisk...When my poor heart stops beating The pearly gates will open wide, I'll see the angels eating From steaming platters of the stuff, and there will always be enough O piece of cod that I adore, O lutefisk forevermore!	Vant more funny stuff? Try dis book...