Fishing - Reminiscences of a Roffian

Well a Roffian told me before he died ahummm
yes a Roffian told me before he died,
and I´ve no reason to believe he lied
Fortenberry´s mouth was three feet wide ahummm

Now nobody knew why he posted there ahummm
no nobody knew why he posted there,
he behaved like a **** and made folk stare
and everybody knew they should beware ahummm

He claimed to be the chief asshole ahummm
yes he claimed to be the chief asshole,
and that seemed to be his only goal
but really he was just a nasty troll ahummm

Every day he posted ****e, ahummm
yes every day he posted ****e,
a load of crap from morn till night,
it seems it was his main delight ahummm

He insulted people right and left ahummm
insulted people right and left,
as though from all good sense bereft,
but he really wasn´t very deft ahummm

He told of the day his old dog died ahummm
told of the day his old dog died,
and noone on ROFF was left dry eyed,
Yes he sure took ´em all for a ride ahumm

Once he fought for the Homo´s cause ahumm
yes he fought well for the homo´s cause
he fought for years without a pause,
swishing with his gloves and hacking with his claws ahumm

But some of the folks on ROFF got sick ahummm
yeah some of the folks on ROFF got sick,
of all that **** from the nasty prick
and some of them left ROFF mighty quick ahummm

He was one of the bigoted class, ahumm
very well known in the bigoted class,
and then one day it came to pass,
someone shoved his head up his ass ahummm

And now we come to the tragic bit ahummm
yes now we come to the tragic bit,
he was split from arse to tit,
and the whole ****ing issue was covered in **** ahummm

And now ROFF´s back to fishing again ahummm
yes now ROFF´s back to fishing again,
but they still think back on way back when,
now the *******´s gone they say Amen! Ahummm