Oh my Dragon's packed
I'm ready to go
If the beast can move,
I'll hit the road
There's beer and war and campfires waiting for me.
It's been one whole year since the double war.
I really can not wait anymore
It's time to show the Flatsiders they are wrong

Chorus:
So I'll kill you just to prove my point
No need to get out of joint
But you got to learn to butter the right side
The Butter goes on the Holey Side
In your heart you know that I am right
Oh brother, plug that hole.

I can't understand
Why you don't see
The Flat Side is mediocrity
The Holes have curves and bumps and variety
You must admit, Holes are much more fun
Especially when the fighting's done
If you don't wise up, I'll make your helmet ring

Chorus:

So one more time
Don't make me kill you
Plugging holes is what will thrill you
Just go ahead - Butter the holey side
We can overlook that fact
You've wasted years buttering the flat
It's time you came over to the Holey Side

Chorus:

A holey sider song for the Knackerbroed War. (See Oh Knaeckebroed). This last double wars, we had about eight Fat Guys together in the hall. It was about 3 in the morning and the conversation was getting pretty bad. The beer we had brought down from the camp was gone, and we were drinking the mystery booze that Cormack and Sigismund had brought. As always the subject of holey/flat side came up. I was at my best/worst that night and came up with a logic train of why the holey siders were into sex and the flat siders were a-sexual. I came up with the line that I was very much interested in plugging up holes, Fat Guy Freiderich and myself came up the chant "Plug that Hole!" When I woke up that morning (in very bad shape, I should known better than to drink what Cormack and Sigismund were drinking), I was hoping that nobody remembered the Chant from the previous night. But as I walked across the encampment in search for coffee, I greeted with chants of "Plug that Hole!"

Guilty.