I really doubt I will make it to the S-es. Since you asked though:

{quote}Snoopster:{/QUOTE}

He was short and fat, and rode out of the West

With a Mogen David on his silver vest.

He was mean and nasty right clear through,

Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.

They called him Snoopster.

Big Snoopster.

Big, short Snoopster.

Big, short, fat Snoopster.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,

With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.

He always followed his mother's wishes,

Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.

Snoopster.

Big, fat Snoopster.

Big sissy Snoopster.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he,

But Snoopster was looking for one forty-three.

Walked into Sol's Saloon like a man insane,

And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.

Snoopster.

Big, fat Snoopster.

Big sport Snoopster.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

The James Boys was comin' on a train at first sun,

And the town said, "Snoopster, we need your gun."

When that train pulled in at the break of dawn,

Snoopster's gun was there, but Snoopster was gone.

Snoopster.

Big, fat Snoopster.

Big help, Snoopster.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

Well, finally Snoopster got three slugs in the belly.

It was right outside the Frontier Deli.

He was sittin' there twirlin' his gun around,

And butterfingers Snoopster gunned himself down!

Snoopster.

Big, fat Snoopster.

Big dum-dum Snoopster.

Big dum-dum dead Snoopster.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

Really.

But, I'm tall

Because it's so much work.

Fair enough



John Maynard Keynes Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone

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