As I sit here on the sh*tter
Thinking of the cold and bitter
Only twenty and some days away
It's hard not to get misty
For this Timmy fry-two-fisty
And long for that joyous day
When the luggage we'll be humpin'
Chips and salsa, chili's somethin'
Our cabin welcomes us again
There'll be games to play a plenty
Baited breath that's not so minty
For fes-tival LW2K7 to begin
So let not your hearts be troubled
Though your pulse has surly doubled
At the thought of hearthy flames
For the gaming will commence
'neathe a fog of spray so dense
As the Chub Squad rides again!
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