ONWARD, SOLDIERS, TO CLASSLESS HUMOR!
(by the way, Napoleon just farted)
(by the way, Napoleon just farted)
Upon that hill
They tell me he was lonely
he's lonely still
Those days are gone forever
Over a long time ago
Oh yeah
Uh, yeah, why else do you think the horse is rearing? It's trying to get away from the noxious cloud before it's done in by it.
And he has the nerve to point to heaven to try to blame it on God! He who denied it supplied it!