That was good. Speaking of Cthulhu humour... I've had this "song" stuck in my head since I saw that link.
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THE LAIR OF GREAT CTHULHU
Tune: Chattanooga Choo-Choo
(Written by Joan Carruth and Larry Press)
Pardon me boy --
Is this the lair of Great Cthulhu?
In the city of slime,
Where it is night all the time.
Bob Hope never went
Along this road to Great Cthulhu,
And Triple-A has no maps,
And all the Tch-tchos lay traps.
You'll see an ancient sunken city where the angles are wrong.
You'll see the fourth dimension if you're there very long.
Come to the conventacle.
Bring along your pentacle;
Otherwise you'll be dragged off by a tentacle.
A mountain's in the middle, with a house on the peak:
A gnashin' and a thrashin' and a clackin' of beak.
Your soul you will be lackin'
When you see that mighty kraken.
Oo-oo! Great Cthulhu's starting to speak.
So come on aboard,
Along the road to Great Cthulhu,
Wen-di-gos and dholes
Will make Mig Macs of our souls.
Under the sea,
Down in the ancient city of R'lyeh,
In the lair of Great Cthulhu,
They'll suck your soul away!
(Great Cthulhu, Great Cthulhu - Suck your soul! --
Great Cthulhu, Great Cthulhu)
In the lair of Great Cthulhu,
They'll suck your soul away.
(Here, there is an obligato saxophone solo a-la Tex Beneke)
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Cheers,
Tim